Blue Bonnet's strict attention pleased her. She liked the girl's appreciation of good literature and her ability to fathom difficult passages. "Give me the text of 'A Grammarian's Funeral,'" she said to Blue Bonnet one day during this week of penance, after finishing the poem. She knew that she was asking a difficult thing; but she wanted to test Blue Bonnet's perception--her mental acuteness. "You mean tell what it is about?" Blue Bonnet asked. "Exactly, Miss Ashe." "Well--" Blue Bonnet halted lamely for a second, "I couldn't understand it--that is, all of it--but I think it's about some students taking the body of their teacher up a mountain to bury it--and singing as they went." Miss North smiled and a laugh went round the room. Blue Bonnet sank down in her seat, covered with confusion, totally unaware that she had said anything that might be regarded as funny. She looked up in surprise, her cheeks flaming. Miss North explained. "You have the idea, Miss Ashe. It amuses the class to think of students singing as they bury their teacher, though I daresay there might be more truth than poetry in it." There was no sarcasm in her tones. She laughed with the rest. Blue Bonnet's attention had delighted her. There had been another pleasure during the week, one that Blue Bonnet greatly appreciated. She was allowed ten minutes with Carita in the Infirmary. Carita was sitting up--her long hair brushed and braided smartly; her face--still a bit white--wreathed in smiles. Blue Bonnet hovered over her. "Have you been awfully lonely, Carita?" "No--not a bit." "Really?" "No, truly I haven't. Mrs. Goodwin is such a dear, Blue Bonnet. She makes me think of my mother. She read to me--and cooked things for me, herself: the best milk toast, with cream on it; and to-day I had ice-cream--" "You did? Well, that's more than we had. This was heavenly hash day!" "I've had visitors, too; Miss North--she brought me those flowers over there--" Blue Bonnet turned to look at two pink roses on a table by the bed. "--and Fraulein--" "Fraulein!" "Yes--and she was real nice--as nice as _she_ could be, you know. Mary sent me this by Mrs. Goodwin--look!" Carita brought from beneath her pillow a large, handsome scrap book. "Oh, a scrap book!" "A memory book," Carita corrected. "You put everything in it, you know; things to remind you of the school after you have graduated or gone away. I hope I'll get it awfully full. Oh, Blue Bonnet, I know I'm going to be so happy here--in the school. Everybody has been so good to me." A little mantle of shame spread over Blue Bonnet's face and dyed it a glowing red. "And I'm doing penance for trying to thrust attention on Carita which she didn't need," she thought. But the penance--indeed, the mistake itself--had brought its reward: Blue Bonnet had learned her first lesson in faith. Friday came, and Blue Bonnet watched the girls as they started for the Symphony concert. How pretty they looked!