So his name was Judson! It was not highly romantic, indeed it suggested gold paint; but after all, what's in a name? Everybody decided at once that he had brought the engagement ring, and that Miss Hopkins, blushing and conscious, would wear it upon the third finger of her left hand at tea-time. They began to search about for suitable speeches of congratulation. Several daring spirits, heedless of conduct marks, hung about the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Judson as he said good-bye. There was competition for front places at the windows that overlooked the steps. Twenty interested pairs of eyes watched his coat-tails disappear down the drive. There was much speculation as to why he had not stayed longer, and what he was carrying inside his little black bag. When Miss Hopkins came in to tea an electric wave of excitement surged round the room, then broke in disappointment. Her left hand was ringless. She seated herself in the most matter-of-fact manner, and began to eat bread and butter and talk about the last air raid in London. Before preparation it had all leaked out. Mr. Judson was traveller for a large firm of scholastic publishers, and on both occasions he had called to interview Miss Hopkins about some new arithmetic books. She had decided that they were suitable, and had ordered copies for the fifth and sixth forms. That was the whole of the business. In the minds of the boarders Cupid flew out of the window with a bang. He left blank desolation behind. "Were there only arithmetic books inside that little black bag?" asked Mona disgustedly. "It's too sickening when I'd nearly finished my pin-cushion cover!" broke out Minnie Selburn. "Mine was to be a nightdress case!" lamented Alice Webster. The inmates of the Cowslip Room, as originators of the whole romance, felt particularly flat. In disconsolate spirits they went to bed. It was not nice to be told by Adah Gartley that they were silly geese, whose heads were filled with a pack of sentimental rubbish. Their injured feelings seethed, rallied, and finally bubbled up. "There's something disagreeable about Adah!" remarked Janet tartly. "It isn't only Adah, it's Joyce and Consie," corrected Laura. "They deserve something for their nastiness!" ventured Ethelberga. "Something strong!" agreed Avelyn. Irma, half undressed, paused in the act of pulling off her stockings, and made the important suggestion: "I say, let's play a trick on the prefects!" "What a blossomy idea!" "They richly deserve it!" "It would be just top-hole!" "What could we do?"