Miss Winstead's schoolroom looked its brightest and best. The days were growing quite long now, and flowers were plentiful. A large basket of flowers had been sent from Grayleigh Manor that morning, and Miss Winstead had secured some of the prettiest for her schoolroom. She had decorated the tea-table and the mantelpiece, but with a pain at her heart, for she was all the time wondering if Sibyl knew or did not know. She could not quite understand from Ogilvie's manner whether she knew or not. He was very reserved about her just at the last, he evidently did not like to talk of her. Miss Winstead entered the schoolroom. She sat down for a moment near the open window. The day was still in its prime. She looked at the clock. The under-housemaid, who had the charge of the schoolroom tea, now came in with the tray. She laid the cloth and spread the tea-things. There was a plate of little queen-cakes for Sibyl. "Cook made these for Miss Sibyl," she said. "Does she know yet, Miss Winstead, that the master has gone?" "No," said Miss Winstead; "and I have got to tell her, Anne, and it is a task I anything but like." "I wouldn't be in your shoes for a deal, Miss," replied Anne, in a sympathetic voice. Just then a light, childish step was heard in the passage, and Sibyl burst into the room. "Here I am. Oh, I am so glad tea is ready. What's the hour, please, Miss Winstead? How are you, Anne; is your toothache better?" "I have not had any toothache to mention since you left, Miss Sibyl." "I am glad to hear that. You used to suffer awful pain, didn't you? Did you go to Mr. Robbs, the dentist, and did he put your head between his knees and tug and tug to get the tooth out? That's the way Nurse's teeth were taken out when she was a little girl. She told me all about it. Did Mr. Robbs pull your tooth out that way, Anne?" "No, Miss, the tooth is better and in my head, I'm thankful to say." "And how is cook? How are her sneezing fits?" "All the servants are very well, I thank you, Miss." "Don't make any more enquiries now, Sibyl, sit down and begin your tea," said her governess. Sibyl made an effort to suppress the words which were bubbling to her lips. Anne had reached the door, when she burst out with-- "I do just want to ask one more question. How is Watson, Anne, and how is his sweetheart? Has she been kinder to him lately?" "Sibyl, I refuse to allow you to ask any further questions," interrupted Miss Winstead. She was so nervous and perplexed at the task before her that she was glad even to be able to find fault with the child. It was really reprehensible of any child to take an interest in Watson's sweetheart. Anne, smiling however, and feeling also inclined to cry, left the room. She ran down to the servants' hall.