"Dearest Darsie,--A year ago you were cheering me! How I wish I could do the same for you in your need, but as I can't be present in the flesh, here comes a little line to greet you, old dear, and to tell you to be of good cheer. You are very tired, and very discouraged, and very blue. I _know_! Every one is. It's part of the game. Do you remember what a stern mentor I had, and how she bullied me, and packed me to bed, and took away my books? Oh, the good old times! The good old times, how happy we were--how I think of them now, and long to be back! But the best part remains, for I have still my friend, and you and I, Darsie, `belong' for our lives. "Cheer up, old dear! _You've done a lot better than you think_! "Margaret." "What's the matter now?" asked the second-year girl sharply, spying two big tears course slowly down her patient's cheeks, and Darsie returned a stammering reply-- "I've had such a ch-ch-cheering letter!" "Have you indeed! The less of _that_ sort of cheering you get this week, the better for you!" snapped Marian once more. She was jealous of Margaret France, as she was jealous of every girl in the College for whom Darsie Garnett showed a preference, and she strongly resented any interference with her own prerogative. "Hurry into your dressing-gown, please, and I'll brush your hair," she said now in her most dictatorial tones. "I'm a pro. at brushing hair--a hair-dresser taught me how to do it. You hold the brush at the side to begin with, and work gradually round to the flat. I let a Fresher brush mine one right when I'd a headache, and she began in the middle of my cheek. There's been a coldness between us ever since. There! isn't that good? Gets right into the roots, doesn't it, and tingles them up! Nothing so soothing as a smooth, hard brush." Darsie shut her eyes and purred like a sleek, lazy little cat. "De-lic-ious! Lovely! You _do_ brush well! I could sit here for hours." "You won't get a chance. Ten minutes at most, and then off you go, and not a peep at another book till to-morrow morning." "Marian--_really_--I _must_! Just for ten minutes, to revive my memory."