There was no doubt whatever in Nesta's mind that retribution must come that day. It was the right day for Nemesis. She had enjoyed Saturday, but she had not enjoyed Sunday quite so much, for there was the possibility that somebody would come to fetch her back. On Sunday the girls might have sent the telegram to Marcia by special messenger, but on the other hand, Molly and Ethel were very careless; they did not care whether Nesta was in the house or not. They had probably not sent it on. But of course, there was not the least doubt that Marcia would receive it on Monday morning. What was to be done? She resolved to enjoy her walk even if it was the last. She spent a shilling of her precious money, secured a most unwholesome meal, which the two girls ate on the high cliffs just outside Scarborough, and then returned home in time for lunch. "I'm not a bit hungry," said Nesta, "and I know there'll be a fearful row when we go upstairs. Do go first, Flossie; I'll wait here. If there's anything awful, I'll run down by the shore until it has blown over. Do go, Floss." Flossie was cajoled into doing what Nesta wished. She went upstairs. Her father and mother were both waiting for them. They looked tranquil, as tranquil could be. "Where's Nesta!" called out Mrs Griffiths from the landing. "Tell her to take off her hat and come in at once. Our dinner is getting cold." Flossie flew downstairs. "You needn't be a bit uneasy. Father and mother look as contented as though they never had a trouble in the world." Wondering somewhat, Nesta did go upstairs. She ate her dinner, but all the time she was watching the door. Any minute either Marcia herself, stern, uncompromising, unyielding, unforgiving, might appear, or a horrible telegram addressed to Mrs Griffiths might be thrust into her hand. In any case her disgrace must be near at hand. But strange as it may seem, the whole day passed, and there was no sort of telegram for Nesta. She wondered and wondered. "This is quite lucky," she said to Flossie, as she was undressing for the night. "I really can't understand it. Of course, it's those girls; they never sent my telegram on to Marcia." "Well, you know, you didn't send any address," said Flossie. "Of course I didn't; but don't you suppose that they'd immediately rush off to your house, and get your address from your servants?" "I never thought of that," said Flossie. "They could find me if they wished. It's all that Miss Mule Selfish; she's so absorbed in her own pleasure she has forgotten all about me." The next day passed without any notice being taken of Nesta, and the next, and the next. Nesta was quite bewildered. At first she was delighted, then she began to consider herself a slightly aggrieved person, particularly when Flossie taunted her with the fact that she did not seem to be missed much at home. This was gall and wormwood to the little girl.