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"Miss Collingwood," said Marshall, in a timid whisper, "might I say a word to you, miss?""I can't eat, Marshall," she said. "I'm treated shamefully, and the very nicest dinner wouldn't tempt me. You can take it away, for I can't possibly touch a morsel. Oh, dear! oh, dear! how I do wish I were at home again! What a horrid, horrid sort of place school is!""I cannot go, Bridget. Mrs. Freeman would not give me leave, and she would be only annoyed at my making such a foolish proposition."

"Not for over a month?"

"Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"

"There, thank Heaven, I haven't killed her!" exclaimed Bridget."No, miss, that it can't," said Marshall, who felt as she expressed it afterward, "that royled by Miss May's 'aughty ways." "I won't keep Miss Collingwood any time, miss, ef you'll be pleased to walk on.""Oh, my dear, ought you not to be asleep?" exclaimed Miss Patience in thin, anxious tones from the other end of the board, while Miss Delicia ran up to the girl and took one of her dimpled white hands in hers.

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"I hate school," she said. "I want to go back to the Castle. Can I go to-day?""But Mrs. Freeman said——" she began.

"O Dolly," they exclaimed, running up to their favorite, "she has come—we have seen her! She is very tall, and—and——"She was not a specially clever girl, nevertheless she was now, in virtue of her seniority, and a certain painstaking determination, which made her capable of mastering her studies, at the head of the school.

She was in every sense of the word an untamed creature; she was like a wild bird who had just been caught and put into a cage.

"Are you coming, Dorothy?" called Janet May from the end of the passage.