"They're the same old animals, Mums. I've rechristened them since I began Roman History with Miss Heritage. Mucius Scaevola's the Salamander, because they're indifferent to fire, like he was--though Miss Heritage says it wouldn't be kind to try with Mucius. Numa Pompilius is the Blind-worm--he used to be Kaa--and the Toad has changed from Nobbles to Tarquinius Superbus." "I can't understand how you can keep such unpleasant pets as reptiles," said Edna. "Because I like them," said Ruby simply. "And Bobby Williams has promised, as soon as it gets warmer, to come out on the Common with me and catch lizards. _Won't_ it be lovely?" "I hope you won't put one of them down anybody's neck, then, as you did to Tommy Fletcher." "That was Mucius," Ruby admitted cheerfully. "But I didn't mean him to go so far down. And he was very good--he didn't bite Tommy anywhere." "Little ladies don't play such tricks," said her Mother. "I hope Miss Heritage doesn't encourage your liking for these horrid creatures?" "Oh, she doesn't mind, so long as I don't take them out of the aquarium, but she hates touching them herself." "Did she come in with you?" her mother inquired, and was told that Miss Heritage had done so, and had gone upstairs, whereupon Ruby was ordered to go and take off her things, and stay quietly in the schoolroom till it was time to come down. "I don't know if you noticed it, Mother," Edna began, as soon as Ruby had consented to leave them, "but Miss Heritage had a letter by the afternoon post which seemed to upset her. I went rather out of my way to ask her if she had had bad news of any kind, but she did not think proper to take me into her confidence. Perhaps she might be more open with _you_." "My dear," said Mrs. Wibberley-Stimpson, with much dignity, "I take no interest whatever in Miss Heritage's private correspondence." "Nor I," declared Edna. "I only thought that if she is in any trouble--She's so secretive, you know, Mums. I've tried more than once to get her to tell me what cosmetic she uses for her hands--and she never will own to using any at all!" "I'm sure, Edna, you've no reason to be ashamed of your hands." "Oh, they look all right just now," said Edna, examining them dispassionately. "But they _will_ turn lobster colour at the most inconvenient times. Hers never do--and it _does_ seem so unfair, considering--" She broke off here, as Daphne Heritage entered. "Well, Miss Heritage?" said Mrs. Stimpson, as the girl hesitated on seeing Edna. "Did you wish to speak to me?" "I did rather want your advice about something," said Daphne, who had a paper, and a small leather case in her hands; "I thought I might find you alone. It doesn't matter--it will do quite well another time." "Don't let _me_ prevent you, Miss Heritage," said Edna. "If you don't wish to speak to Mother before me, I've no desire to remain. I was just going up to change in any case."