"I am afraid I can’t say I really like her," Monica confessed honestly; "but still she may be sorry inside, you know, and, perhaps, if we had been kinder to her at first, she would have been nicer to us now. I mean she would feel that we did not think the very worst of her," added Monica, a trifle lamely. She knew what she meant herself, but had difficulty in expressing it. "I am afraid the worst is about right," was Amethyst’s sententious answer, as they parted. And Monica could not help wondering just _what_ the girls, as a whole, would say, if Lily should reappear at the High School again. *CHAPTER XXI.* *"I GUESS I’LL JUST WATCH *_*YOU*_* A BIT."* "Monica!" "Yes, grannie?" "I want to talk to you for a few minutes." And Monica, without so much as a frown, although she had just reached a most interesting part of her story, laid her book down, and prepared to give all her attention to her grandmother. She had no idea that Mrs. Beauchamp was covertly watching her, as she frequently did, to see whether she would exhibit any irritation or temper at the interruption; but if she had been aware of it, she could not have smiled more brightly, or been more ready to give up her own wishes to please her grandmother. Truly the Monica Beauchamp of the present was a totally different being from the one of bygone days. The old lady noted her expression with an approving smile, and could not help acknowledging to herself that this grandchild of hers was fast becoming very dear to her, and well deserved the pleasure that was in store for her. "I wanted to have a little talk about your birthday, Monica; it will soon be here now." "Yes, grannie," replied the girl, with sparkling eyes. "Next Tuesday, the 27th." "And you will be sixteen. Dear me, how time flies, to be sure! I well remember the day your dear father was the same age," Mrs. Beauchamp said musingly, and her thoughts went back to past days for a few moments. But they soon returned to the present, and she went on: "I wonder what you would choose if I said you might have what you liked for a birthday present, Monica?" And she smiled into the eager, upturned face. "Oh, grannie, I don’t know, I’m sure, _what_ I should choose; there are so many nice things!" And Monica turned over in her mind various things she had been wishing she possessed. Most people would have thought that she already had everything that she could possibly want, but even the best supplied of mortals can always do with "more." A nice writing-case, some books, a new brooch--any or all of these would be nice, and Monica was about to mention them, when a sudden thought flashed through her brain; here was the very opportunity she had been wanting! If only Mrs. Beauchamp would give her money this birthday to spend as she liked! "Well, Monica, how long are you going to be choosing? Remember, I did not say I would give you what you chose!"