"Ye'll mind not to get playing and forgetting of them?" asked the careful postmistress, and as she spoke she put a tied-together packet into Joey's hand. The string was insecurely fastened, and the eight or nine letters came to the floor in a heap--all except one, the bottom one, which stayed in Joey's hand. Luckie Jean's heading had been at fault again, for this letter--mixed up with Sir Henry Martyn's, and Miss Martyn's, and Captain Kingston's--was directed quite distinctly to: MISS JOCELYN GRAHAM, Pilot Cottage, Calgarloch, Near Crumach, N.B. Something seemed to catch at Joey's throat, so that for a moment speaking was quite difficult. She always remembered afterwards the way things looked as she saw them then: the dusty, low-roofed shop, with its dim recesses, where brooms and brushes and oil-casks lurked; the choked windows with articles of food displayed; the open box of coarse cottons and crochet wools; the flitches of bacon; the gay tins of salmon; Gavin behind the counter; Luckie Jean closing the post-bag. Then Joey swallowed hard and opened the letter. This is what she read: "The Trustees of the Redlands Scholarship Fund have much pleasure in informing Miss Jocelyn Graham that she obtained the largest number of marks in the recent examination, and the Redlands Scholarship has accordingly been awarded to her. "She is therefore entitled to four years' free residence and tuition at Redlands College, and an annual grant of forty pounds for necessary expenses." "I've ... I've got it!" Joey said. CHAPTER II OUT INTO THE WORLD Everything about Joey was new--from top to toe, from hat to boots--particularly boots. That knowledge was about the newest thing of all. She sat in her corner of the third-class compartment, looking alternately from the window at the flying scenery of Scotland and then down at those boots--strong, unpatched, with superior unknotted laces, all quite new. She was wearing the long, dark green uniform coat of Redlands and the soft, green close-fitting hat, with a band of the same colour round the crown and the school arms stamped in silver. Underneath she wore the dark green serge "djibbah" with white flannel blouse and green tie. These things had come for her from Redlands a week ago, with the bill, which Mums had paid out of that amazing cheque for forty pounds--a cheque which Joey had been proud to endorse under the envious eyes of her brothers and sister. The cheque carried with it an amazing sense of wealth, so it had been a blow when Mums firmly refused to allow one penny of it to be spent on anything but boots and clothes for Joey herself. However, Mr. Craigie (after some careful calculations of which the family knew nothing) produced ten shillings as a parting tip on the day the family were going _en masse_ to Pettalva to choose Joey's boots.