This extraordinary letter caused a perfect tumult in my heart. I had never gone on a visit in my life. I really was a very stranded sort of girl. Hitherto I had had no outlets of any sort; I was just Dumps, a squat, rather plain girl, who knew little or nothing of the world--a neglected sort of girl, I have no doubt; but then I had no mother. A warm glow came all over me as I read the letter. The half-term holiday had not been looked forward to with any feelings of rapture by me. I could well guess what, under ordinary circumstances, would happen. I should be indoors all the morning as well as all the afternoon, for the half-term holiday was so planned that it should not in any way clash with the boys' half-term holiday. If Alex and Charley had had a holiday at the same time, I might have coaxed one of them at least to come for a walk with me in Regent's Park, or to take me to the British Museum, or to the Zoo, or to some other sort of London treat; but I shouldn't be allowed to go out alone, and at present I was not in the humour to ask either Agnes or Rita Swan to entertain me. Now I need ask nobody, for I was going away on a visit. Of course, I understood at last the meaning of father's words, "You may accept it;" though it seemed strange at the time, now I knew all about it, and my excitement was so great that I could scarcely contain myself. The first business was to answer the precious letter. I sat down and replied that I should be delighted to come to Miss Grace Donnithorne on the following Saturday, that I would be sure to be at Liverpool Street in good time to catch the train, that I adored pets, and was not at all afraid even of barking dogs. I did not mind going in a shabby dress, and above all things I hoped she would call me Rachel, and not Dumps. Having written my letter, which took me a long time, for I was unaccustomed to writing of that sort, I got an envelope and addressed it to Miss Grace Donnithorne, Hedgerow House, near Chelmsford, Essex, and then went out and dropped it into the nearest pillar-box. When I returned the afternoon had fled and it was time for tea. Father came in to tea. This was unexpected; he had not often time to leave his classes and rush across to the house to have tea; but he came in on this occasion, and when he saw me in the parlour bending over the warm fire making toast, he said at once, "Have you accepted it?" "Then you know all about it, father?" I exclaimed. "Oh yes," he said, with a grave and yet queer smile trembling for an instant on his lips and then vanishing. "I thought that must be what you meant, and I have accepted it," I said. "I mean about going to Miss Grace Donnithorne's." "Yes, child; it is very kind of her to ask you." "Yes, isn't it, father? And she is so nice and considerate; she says I may go in my shabby clothes."