“Thank you,” said Constance. She hesitated for a moment. “It is the best thing in the world for Heath Hall,” she thought, “that the girls should see me walking with Maggie to-day.” Aloud she said, “All right, Maggie, I’ll go upstairs and put on my hat and jacket and meet you and Miss Peel in the porch.” “We are going to tea at the Marshalls’,” said Maggie. “You don’t mind that, do you? You know them, too?” “Know them? I should think so. Isn’t old Mrs. Marshall a picture? And Helen is one of my best friends.” “You shall make Helen happy this afternoon, dear Constance.” Maggie ran gaily out of the room as she spoke, and a few minutes later the three girls, in excellent spirits, started for Kingsdene. As they entered the town they saw Rosalind Merton coming to meet them. There was nothing in this, for Rosalind was a gay young person and had many friends in Kingsdene. Few days passed that did not see her in the old town on her way to visit this friend or that, or to perpetrate some little piece of extravagance at Spilman’s or at her dressmaker’s. On this occasion, however, Rosalind was neither at Spilman’s or the dressmaker’s. She was walking demurely down the High Street, daintily dressed and charming to look at, in Hammond’s company. Rosalind was talking eagerly and earnestly, and Hammond, who was very tall, was bending down to catch her words, when the other three girls came briskly round a corner and in full view of the pair. “Oh!” exclaimed Priscilla aloud in her abrupt, startled way. Her face became suffused with a flood of the deepest crimson, and Maggie, who felt a little annoyed at seeing Hammond in Rosalind’s company, could not help noticing Priscilla’s almost uncontrollable agitation. Rosalind, too, blushed, but prettily, when she saw the other three girls come up. “I will say good-by now, Mr. Hammond,” she said, “for I must get back to St. Benet’s in good time tonight.” She held out her hand, which the young man took and shook cordially. “I am extremely obliged to you,” he said. Maggie was near enough to hear his words. Rosalind tripped past her three fellow-students with an airy little nod and the faint beginning of a mocking curtsy. Hammond came up to the three girls and joined them at once. “Are you going to the Marshalls’?” he said to Maggie. “Yes.” “So am I. What a lucky _rencontre.”_ He said another word or two and then the four turned to walk down the High Street. Maggie walked on in front with Constance. Hammond fell to Priscilla’s share. “I am delighted to see you again,” she said in her eager, agitated, abrupt way. “Are you?” he replied in some astonishment. Then he hastened to say something polite. “I forgot, we had not ended our discussion. You almost convinced me with regard to the superior merits of the Odyssey, but not quite. Shall we renew the subject now?”