“Nowhere was Miss Buss’ organizing power more visible to us girls than as stage-manager. In the summer of 1882, for the last time, the Sixth Form gave _tableaux vivants_ on two or three consecutive days. Miss Buss herself said she could not undertake them again, as the preparation fell too heavily on her and the staff at the end of the summer term. For us, after our London Matriculation Examination it was only rest and pleasure. They were a brilliant success; and Miss Buss praised us openly for the way in which we had worked for each other, and the pleasure we had shown in each other’s parts. Looking back, I am convinced that it was to her that we owed the kindly spirit which did indeed animate us, and still brings back that summer as a delightful memory. It would indeed have been difficult to quarrel when she was working her hardest to make each one enjoy herself.” Very far indeed from dull or prosy were the associations of school or college to these girls. Here is one bit of fun, from some “Tableaux” given in 1869, for the benefit of Hitchin, which realized £13. At the close of a series of very artistic pictures, the curtain rose on a concourse of European nations, and Britannia, coming to life, advanced to the front, with an appeal written by an “Old Girl,” an appeal not quite obsolete even in our day— “There was an old woman who lived in her shoe, She had so many daughters she didn’t know what to do; For they all of them possibly couldn’t be wed, So she gave them a good education instead. (_Ruefully_) But alas and alack for that poor old dame, The better she taught them the faster they came! (_Solemnly_) Hark to the echo of ‘sublime despair’ That sobs along the mournful wintry air! (_Distant chorus of girls’ voices._) We’ve got no work to do, We’ve got no work to do, We’ve done our hair, And we declare We’ve nothing else to do! (_Air_, ‘Molly Bawn.’) Ye college dons, why leave us pining, Sure there’ll be classes for us too; Ne’er deem bright eyes more bright are shining Because they’ve nothing else to do.” Of the graver side of their work, and as giving an idea of the kind of relation existing between Miss Buss and her “dear colleagues,” or “dear fellow-workers,” as she loved to call them, Mrs. Bryant gives us an outline, which lets us see not merely the workers themselves, but also the high quality of their work—