"You don't know who the witnesses were?" "No, I never heard." "It is very odd. Mr. Weightman declares there was no will." "Perhaps Aunt Hannah had burned it up, or something," said Rhoda. "Or possibly Mr. Weightman has done the same. I don't think he is any too good. A man can't be honest and be so fond of money as he is. Well, good-bye once more." Arrived at Cohansey, Rhoda easily found her way by the omnibus to Miss Hardy's school. It was a handsome, old-fashioned house, standing well up from the street, and covered to the chimney-top with luxuriant English ivy, which lives through the winter in that climate. A wing of much later date extended to one side, and evidently contained the school-rooms. [Illustration: _Rhoda's Education._ "It looks very pleasant," thought Rhoda, as she stood waiting.] "It looks very pleasant," thought Rhoda as she stood waiting for some one to answer the bell. "Oh, if I were coming to school! But there! It won't do to begin thinking about that. Those girls seem to be having a nice time. I wish poor Isa was here. I should like to hear her laugh like that for once. Here comes somebody at last. Is Miss Hardy at home?" she asked as a somewhat pert-looking servant opened the blind of the door. Rhoda was ushered into a small, pleasant room, evidently used as a library, and surrounded on all sides with low book-cases filled with books looking as if they were made to be read. She waited several minutes, and had begun to feel a little uncomfortable, when Miss Hardy entered the room, followed by another person, whom Rhoda guessed at once to be the housekeeper. "My dear child, what has brought you here now?" was her salutation. "Did not Miss Davis write?" "Yes, ma'am," answered Rhoda, feeling as if she were in a dream. "Miss Davis wrote that I was to be here the first of June." "The first of June! You must be mistaken. I told her to ask you to be here the first of September." For all answer, Rhoda took the letter from her travelling-bag and handed it to Miss Hardy. The lady read it, while a shade of amusement and vexation passed over her face. "So much for setting a girl who is just going to be married to writing a business letter!" said she, handing the letter to Mrs. Hallowell. "It does say the first of June, sure enough," remarked Mrs. Hallowell. "Miss Davis was thinking about her own wedding-day." "It is an awkward mistake," said Miss Hardy. "You see school closes in two weeks, and then we shut up the house and have our long vacation. But never mind," she added, kindly; "we will arrange it somehow. You did quite right to come." "And it will be a great convenience to have you here during the closing weeks of school," added Mrs. Hallowell. "We always have so much company. Come, I will show you your room. Would you rather have a very small room to yourself, or a large one with some one?" "A small one by myself, please," answered Rhoda; "I don't care how small, if I can get into it.