Marjorie lingered a moment, and turned again to Bed 17. "Good-bye!" she said hurriedly. "I hope you'll be better soon." "Thanks very much," returned Private Preston. "I'm 'marked out' for a convalescent home, and shall be leaving here as soon as I can get up. I hope you'll enjoy the holidays. Don't miss your train this time. Good-bye!" CHAPTER XI A Stolen Meeting At the very first available moment Marjorie went to the library and consulted the latest number of the _Brackenfield School Magazine_. She turned to the directory of past girls at the end and sought the letter P. Here she found: 1912-1915. PRESTON, Kathleen Hilary } The Manor, 1913-1916. PRESTON, Joyce Benson } Wildeswood, Yorks. "Each here for three years," she soliloquized. "I wonder what they're doing now? I'll look them up in the 'News of Friends'. This is it:--'Kathleen Preston has been doing canteen work in France under the Croix Rouge Francaise at a military station. This canteen is run by English women for French soldiers, and is a specially busy one, the hours being from 6 a.m. to 12, and again from 2 to 7 p.m. A recreation hut is in connection with it. Owing to her health, Kathleen returned to England on leave, but is now in the north of France driving an ambulance wagon.' "'Joyce Preston is at Chadley College learning gardening and bee-keeping. She says: 'If any Brackenfield girls want to go in for gardening, do send them here. I am sure they would love it.' Joyce was able to get up a very excellent concert for the soldiers in the Red Cross Hospital at Chadley, the evening being an immense success.' "Enterprising girls," thought Marjorie. "Those are just the sort of things I want to do when I leave school. I'd like Kathleen best, because she drives an ambulance wagon. I wish I knew them! I'd write to them and tell them I've seen their brother in hospital, only they'd think it cheek. They must feel proud of him getting the V.C. I know how I should cock-a-doodle if one of our brothers won it! Oh dear, we haven't seen Leonard or Bevis for nine months! It's hard to have one's brothers out at the war. I wonder what convalescent home Private Preston will be sent to? I must ask Elaine." Next morning, when Marjorie met Dona at the eleven o'clock "break", she found the latter in a state of much excitement. "I had a line from Mother, enclosing a letter from Larry," she announced. "This is what he says: "'DEAR OLD BUNTING, "'I hope you're getting on all serene at school, and haven't spoilt the carpets with salt tears. I'm ordered to the Camp at Denley, and shall be going there to-morrow. I promised if I went I'd look you up and take you out to tea somewhere. If I can get leave I'll call on Saturday afternoon at Brackenfield for you and Squibs, so be on the look-out for me. The Mater will square your Head. Love to Squibs and your little self. "'Your affectionate "'LARRY.'"