Miss Carter, the science mistress, entered, and the hygiene lesson began. Eight guilty souls in the class found it difficult to fix their attention upon ventilation or food values. Dorothy's mind was in a ferment. What was about to happen? She had not thought it any great crime to go to see the wedding, but apparently such an action was viewed far more seriously at head-quarters. In her speculation on the issue of events, she gave such random answers that Miss Carter stared at her in surprise. "Did you misunderstand the question, or are you not attending, Dorothy Greenfield?" she asked. Dorothy made an effort to pull herself together and recall the forgotten facts, but they were elusive, and she could only stare stupidly at the teacher. Just at that moment the door opened, and Miss Tempest entered. There was a perceptible shudder amongst those girls whose consciences told them they were to blame. Addie Parker and Bertha Warren exchanged glances, Joyce Hickson pretended to be absorbed in her notebook, while Hope Lawson sat with her nose in the air, as if unconscious of any need to disturb herself. "Excuse me for interrupting the lesson, Miss Carter," began Miss Tempest, "but there is a very important matter upon which I must speak at once. Adeline Parker, Bertha Warren, Joyce Hickson, Annie Gray, and Phyllis Fowler--stand up!" With downcast eyes the five girls responded to the command. "I wish to know what you were doing at St. Peter's Church this afternoon?" No one had the courage to venture a reply. "Who gave you permission to leave the school?" Still there was dead silence among the culprits. "You know perfectly well the day boarders are not allowed to go out during the dinner hour." Miss Tempest's voice, which had begun icily, was waxing more stern and wrathful. Addie Parker began to sob. "How is it that among all the girls at the College you five had the presumption to attempt such a flagrant breach of the rules? I say you five, for I saw you and took your names; but I certainly noticed another Avondale hat among the crowd, and I intend to find out to whom it belonged. Was any other girl in this class present at St. Peter's this afternoon?" Dorothy's conscience gave a great, uncomfortable prick. She had many faults, but concealment was not one of them, so she stood up. "I was there, Miss Tempest," she said, rather defiantly. At the head mistress's gaze Dorothy dropped her eyes. Miss Tempest was not to be trifled with. "Indeed! By whose permission?" "I didn't ask anybody. I didn't know the dinner girls weren't allowed to go out. We none of us knew. We thought we had a perfect right to go."