A question that had been troubling Lesbia considerably was the matter of the summer holidays. She wondered what the Pattersons were going to do with her. She had ventured several hints on the subject, but they had ignored them and had not condescended to enlighten her in the least. She most devoutly hoped that they were not arranging for her to take another temporary post as nursery governess. She was tired out after her term's work, and not at all disposed to cope with children. She felt that her holiday ought to be a real rest. She mentioned some of her troublous anticipations to Regina. "You'd better come and stay with us," the latter blurted out immediately. "We're going to our cottage in Wales." "Oh, but perhaps your mother won't want me." "_Any_body would want you. The thing is who's going to be lucky enough to get you?" Lesbia knew enough of life to discount most of Regina's ecstatic remarks, and to understand that her friend's anxiety for her company did not by any means involve an invitation from Mrs. Webster, who probably had other plans. "If she's _very_ good-natured she may possibly ask me for a week," ruminated Lesbia. "I only wish she would. I've never been in Wales." Regina apparently knew how to wheedle her mother, for next day she brought a note to school. "Will you give this to Mrs. Patterson?" she said; "we want you to come to Dolmadoc with us, for all the holidays." _All_ of them? Lesbia was staggered with the magnificence of the invitation. Certainly Regina never did things by halves. She presented the letter with much anxiety. Evidently it solved a difficulty, for Mrs. Patterson at once gave permission for the visit. It was such an utterly unexpected pleasure that Lesbia could hardly believe it was really true until she saw her box brought down from the attic to be packed.