"I have taken the votes of the members on that point," Margaret continued, "therefore I know what I am speaking about. What we do most emphatically require is that you carry your confession to its logical conclusion--that what you have said to us you say to the kindest woman in all the world, to dear Mrs. Haddo, and that you put the little packet which has cost you such misery into Mrs. Haddo's hands. Don't speak for a minute, please, Betty. We have been praying about you, all of us; we have been longing--longing for you to do this thing. Please don't speak for a minute. It is not in our power to turn you from the school, nor to relate to Mrs. Haddo nor to any of the teachers what you have told us. But we can dismiss you from the Speciality Club--that does lie in our province; and we must do so, bitterly as we shall regret it, if you do not carry your confession to its logical conclusion." "Then I must go," said Betty very gently. "Oh Betty!" exclaimed Olive; and she burst into a flood of weeping. "Dear, dear, dear Betty, don't go--please don't go!" "We will all support you if you are nervous," continued Margaret. "I think we may say we will all support you, and Mrs. Haddo is so sweet; and then, if you want to see him, there's Mr. Fairfax, who could tell you what to do better than we can. Don't decide now, dear Betty. Please, please consider this question, and let us know." "But I have decided," said Betty. "I told you what I thought right. I love the club, and every single member of it--except my cousin, Fanny Crawford. I don't love Fanny, and she doesn't love me--I say so quite plainly; therefore, once again, I break Rule I. You see, girls, I cannot stay. I must become again an undistinguished member of this great school. Don't suppose it will hurt my vanity; but it will touch deeper things in me, and I shall never, never forget your kindness. I can by no possibility do more than I have done. Good-bye, dear Margaret; I am more than sorry that I have given you all this trouble." As Betty spoke she unclasped the little silver true-lover's knot from the bosom of her dress and put it into Margaret's hand. Then she walked out of the room, a Speciality no longer. When she had gone, the girls talked softly together. They were terribly depressed. "We never had a member like her. What a pity our rules are so strict!" said Olive. "Nonsense, Olive!" said Margaret. "We must do our best, our very best; and even yet I have great hopes of Betty. She can be re-elected some day, perhaps." "Oh, she is like no one else!" said one girl after another. The girls soon dispersed; but as Fanny was going to her room Martha West joined her. "Fanny," she said, "I, as the youngest member of the Specialities, would like to ask you a question. Why is it that your cousin dislikes you so much?" "I can't tell," replied Fanny. "I have always tried to be kind to her." "But you don't cordially like her yourself!"