And Olive assenting, a lively conversation ensued, which was abruptly terminated by the sound of the bell recalling them to lessons. Olive’s equanimity appeared to be quite restored as she entered the school door with her new-made friend, but a pitiful little look from Elsa, and a whispered, "How _could_ you, Ollie?" made her feel most uncomfortable, and she seized an early opportunity of going up to Miss Churchill and expressing the contrition that, at the moment, she really felt, for Olive Franklyn was a good-hearted girl, although she was full of fun, and she began to realise that perhaps Miss Churchill had "feelings" the same as herself, and she knew she wouldn’t have liked such a trick played upon her. Something in the honest brown eyes which looked unflinchingly into her own touched Miss Churchill, who had somewhat recovered from the indignation which Olive’s treatment of her had roused, and she spoke gently to the pupil who would doubtless prove a "handful" as time went on. "Very well, dear, I quite forgive you; let us say no more about it. I don’t think you will do such a thing again. You have evidently some talent for sketching quickly and boldly; see that you do not misuse your gift." And Olive, glad to be at peace with her teacher again, made a mental vow that she would be an exemplary scholar from that day forward. But alas! Olive Franklyn’s promises were, like the proverbial pie-crust, made to be broken! *CHAPTER V.* *"I WANT YOU A MINUTE."* Monica Beauchamp returned home from her second day at school in high spirits. At last, she believed, she had found a friend, a girl of about her own age, who apparently had tastes somewhat similar to her own, to whom she could talk without restraint, and to whom she could confide all the hundred and one grievances of her everyday life at her grandmother’s. She felt so light-hearted about it that she even condescended to make an affable remark now and again, during the walk home, to the long-suffering Barnes, whom Mrs. Beauchamp insisted should accompany Miss Monica both to and from school, and who had had a sorry time so far. For Monica was so indignant at the idea of requiring a nurse-maid (as one or two of the girls had not hesitated to call the person whom they saw with Monica) that she had vented her spite on Barnes by marching sullenly along without saying a single word. Barnes, who was accustomed to all sorts of treatment from "that Miss Monica," as she was wont to call her, confided to the other maids over their dinner that school was working wonders in their young lady already, and she wished she’d gone a good bit before. "Not as I enjoys the constitootional twice a day," she added, "for I can’t abear it, and it takes a sight of time. But still, if the missis will have it so----"