“My earliest recollection of Miss Buss was when I went in for the entrance exam.; in a state of great trepidation, I accompanied her along the corridor to take off my things, and I think she saw my poor fingers shaking, for she suddenly took me in her warm embrace, and said, ‘Do your best, my dear child, and you must leave the rest,’ and then, looking me in the face, with another kiss, she said, ‘I _think_ we are going to be friends.’ And the radiant smile that accompanied the kiss won my heart and banished my fears. “I had been at Myra Lodge only a few weeks when, one of the girls having acted contrary to regulations, a warm discussion on her conduct took place in the playroom downstairs, some defending and some disapproving of her conduct. We were quite unaware that in the heat of discussion our voices were loud enough to be heard upstairs; it was a point on which I felt strongly, and I expressed myself somewhat emphatically for a new-comer. The next day Miss Buss sent for me, said she knew of the incident, and ‘you said so-and-so, my child; I am delighted to think you feel in that way, you were on the right side, and remember, dear, I shall always _expect_ to find you on the right side.’ How often that belief in my being ‘on the right side’ helped me to make the struggle for the right only _I_ can tell!” The same writer gives a glimpse of the brightest side of the relation between the head and her Myra girls— “Miss Buss would often come round and see we were quite comfortable in our beds, and give us a maternal ‘tuck-up.’ One morning at breakfast she came behind my chair, and, turning my chin up with her hand to look in my face, said with laughing voice and eye— “‘Well, did I cheat you last night?’ “A vision of a figure in red dressing-gown tucking me up and kissing me sprang into my mind, and I said— “‘Oh, I remember; I thought it was mother.’ “And, whispering to me, she said, as she kissed me, ‘I thought so, dear; you gave me such a hug, you sent me so happy to bed!’” And this, again, from another old pupil, is equally attractive— “Never shall I forget her kindness when confined to my room at Myra by illness. It was the bright spot in my day when Miss Buss appeared in the evening to tuck me up in bed, and wish me good night. More than once she was on her way to some dinner or meeting, and wore a blue _moiré_, which I thought singularly becoming. Her smile, peculiarly sweet, piquant, and gracious, lighted up my long, dull hours, and lingers with me still. “There was something so large and unfluctuating about her that one felt one could trust her with and through everything.” An apparently harmless bit of nonsense brought about another episode which deeply impressed the girl who tells it—