“‘_Do!_’ You’ll have to ‘do’ nothing, little Helter-skelter, except just to ‘love’ being it,” laughed Sybil. “That will be enough for to-night anyhow. There _will_ be things to do, and plenty of them; but we’ll all love to explain them to you one by one. And, in the meanwhile, I’ve come up here because Miss Carey wanted you to know about it to-night. For we like little new girls to have nice dreams!” Sybil laughed outright. “You are to be one of the Daisies--our Daisy mascot. And every one of us--you, Mona, and you, Rene, and Gerry, too, as well as the older Daisies,”--Sybil looked round the listening group--“will feel a special sort of feeling about Betty, and will try to explain to her what Guiding really means, and will try to be extra-specially good Guides just because of having her. And there’s not going to be any more talk about Lone Guides,” said Sybil, getting up; “nor of loneliness of any kind--not at St. Benedick’s. For you don’t belong to the Daisy Patrol only, Betty, you belong to the whole company; and every Guide in it, you know, is a friend to every other Guide, you see.” [Illustration: Sybil bent down suddenly and kissed Betty.] Sybil bent down suddenly and kissed Betty on the very spot on her flushed cheek where the big tear had dried itself up a little while before. “Good-night, little Mascot,” said Sybil. Then she waved her hand to the rest of them and was gone. Betty fell asleep that night feeling happier than she would half an hour earlier have believed it possible that she could be so soon. The loneliness was gone. Miss Carey’s promise was coming true--she didn’t feel out of things any more in the very least; and, more than that, she was somehow quite, quite sure that she never could feel out of things in the same way again at school. For her wish had come true, and she was to be one of the Daisies! And the rest of the Guides--but particularly the Daisies--were to show her “what to do” all in good time, so Sybil had said. And to-night she had to do nothing, because Sybil had said so, but just to “love” the idea of it, and to go to sleep and dream nice dreams. That had been Miss Carey’s message to her. So, as she lay there, “peace came dropping slow.” It seemed easier, with the quiet atmosphere of the old house round her, and with the memory of Miss Carey’s quiet smile, and with the memory of the feeling still of Sybil’s strong restful arm round her, to leave even the home worries resting quietly too in Auntie’s kind, capable hands, without fuss and fret. “I--do--hope,” Betty found herself thinking drowsily, “that Dad’s cocoa--” But even that fear didn’t last long. She was one of the first in the dormitory to fall asleep that night.