There was almost fifteen minutes before lunch and Flip knew that she could not go to the Class Room or the Common Room without losing the happiness that the art lesson had given her and she wanted to go some place quiet where she could read again the letter from her father that had come that morning. She thought of the chapel and she thought of Miss Tulip. It's Miss Tulip or God, she said to herself, and went to the chapel. In the daylight there were no moving shadows; everything was as white and clean as the snow on the mountain peaks. Flip sat down and read her letter, warmed by its warmth. She was once again Philippa Hunter, a person of some importance if only because she was important to her father and he had taught her to believe that every human being was a person of importance. After she had finished the letter for the third time she put it back in her blazer pocket and sat there quietly, thinking about the picture she had been painting that morning, planning new pictures, until the bell rang. Then she hurried up the stairs and got in line with the others. Because she was the tallest girl in the class she was last in line, but Gloria twisted around from the middle of the row calling, "I say, Pill, where did you rush off to after Art?" "Oh--nowhere," Flip said vaguely. "Nowhere! You must have been somewhere!" Gloria cried. "Come on, Pill, where were you?" Flip knew that Gloria would persist until she had found out; so she answered in a low voice, "in the chapel." "The chapel!" Gloria screeched. "What were you doing in the chapel!" "You mean you went there when you didn't _have_ to go?" Erna asked. Flip nodded. "What for?" "Pill, are you nuts?" They were all looking at her as though she were crazy and laughing at her. --Oh, _please_! she thought, I can't even go to chapel to be quiet without its being something wrong. Kaatje van Leyden one of the senior prefects responsible for keeping order, called out, "Quiet!" and the girls subsided. But she knew that that would not be the end of it. Gloria said one morning as they were making their beds and Erna and Jackie had not yet come up from breakfast, "I say, Philippa, you don't mind my saying something, do you, ducky?" "What?" Flip asked starkly. "I mean because of us both being new girls and everything, I thought I ought to tell you." "What?" Flip asked again. "Well, Pill, if I were you I wouldn't keep running off to chapel, that's all." Flip smoothed out her bottom sheet and tucked it in. "Why not?" "The kids think it's sort of funny." "I know they do." Flip pulled up her blankets and straightened them out. "How do you know?" Gloria asked. Flip's voice was tight. "I'm not deaf. Anyhow I heard you laughing in the Common Room with them about it." "I never did." "I heard you." "You eavesdropped."