Gratian stood and looked after her with a queer mixture of feelings. It was true, as he had said to Dolly, he did wish Tony had not lost his book, but almost more he wished _he_ had not found it. But just now, standing there in the softly fading light, with the evening breeze--no longer the sharp blast of the morning--gently fanning his cheeks, looking after little Dolly as she ran home, and thinking of Tony's sunburnt troubled face, the angry feelings seemed to grow fainter, till the wish to see his schoolfellow punished for his mischievous trick died away altogether. And once he had got to this, it was a quick step to still better things. "I _will_, I _will_," he shouted out aloud, though there was no one--_was_ there no one?--to hear. And as he sprang forward to rush after Dolly and overtake her, it seemed to him that he was half-lifted from his feet, and at the same moment another waft of the breeze he had been feeling, though still softer and with a scent as of spring flowers about it, blew into his face. "Are you kissing me, kind wind?" he said laughing, and in answer, as it were, he felt himself blown along almost as swiftly as the night before. At this rate it did not take him long to gain ground on the miller's daughter. "Dolly, Dolly," he called out when he saw himself within a few paces of her. "Stop, do stop. I have something for you--something to say to you." Dolly turned round in astonishment. "Gratian!" she exclaimed, "have you been running after me all this time? I would have waited for you if I'd known." [Illustration: "Look here, Dolly," and he held out to her the poor copy-book which he had already taken out of his satchel.] "Never mind. I ran very fast," said Gratian. "Look here, Dolly," and he held out to her the poor copy-book which he had already taken out of his satchel. "This is what I ran after you for; give it to Tony, and----" "Tony's lost exercise-book!" cried Dolly. "Oh Gratian, how glad he will be. Where did you find it? _How_ good of you! Did you find it just now, since you said good-night to me?" Gratian's face grew red, but it was too dark for Dolly to see. "No," he said, "I found it before. But--but--Tony had done me a bad turn, Dolly, and it wasn't easy--not all at once--to do him a good one instead. But I've done it now, and you may tell him what I say. I'm quite in earnest, and I'm glad I've done it. Tell him I hope he'll be the head of his class now, anyway, and----" "Gratian," said Dolly, catching hold of his arm as she spoke, "I don't know what the trick was that Tony played you, or tried to play you. But I know he's terrible fond of tricks, though I don't think he's got a bad heart. And it was too bad of him to play it on you, it was--you that never does ill turns to none of us."