"I suppose she is excited," said Frederica, "about Mr Durrant's decision. He is quite certain sure to choose her as school-mother for Ralph." "Quite certain sure?" repeated Patience. "You know very little when you say that. I am equally certain that he won't choose her. Anyhow, we are all to know to-morrow morning. This is Tuesday: he will tell us what he has decided after breakfast to-morrow. It is exciting, isn't it?" "Well," said Rose, "I do love Mr Durrant, but I think he'll be an awful goose if he chooses that Harriet to be Ralph's school-mother." "She is very brave, whatever she is," said Vivian. "She was magnificent that time when she got into the dangerous current and tried to save Ralph. That sailor said it was touch and go, and that although he brought them back to shore, Ralph might have been drowned but for Harriet." "Yes, it was brave enough," said Frederica then; "but somehow I don't like the state of things. There's something up with Jane, there's something up with Harriet. Now I don't care twopence either for Jane or Harriet, but there's something up with Robina, and I love Robina." "We all love her! Who could help it?" said the others. "There is one good thing," said Rose; "if by any chance she is not elected to be Ralph's school-mother, she will be back with us at Mrs Burton's school next term. How splendid it would be if Harriet was not always making mischief! How queer Harriet is!" Just then, Harriet herself appeared. She was walking with Jane by her side. Whether it was her immersion in the sea, and the excitement of Jane through which she had lived, or whether it was that she was really feeling things more than she cared to own, she looked paler than ever, her blue eyes lighter, and the shadows under them more intense: her long straight hair seemed to grow longer and more lanky, and her narrow figure taller. She hardly glanced at the other girls, but went past them, accompanied by Jane. "There they go," said Frederica: "they are going to have a big confab now somewhere. Why will Harriet never join the rest of us and be jolly and merry? We are meant to have such a beautiful time at Sunshine Lodge, but she really takes the fun out of things: her queer melancholy face and her odd ways of going on would depress any party. I know Mr Durrant feels it, and that he is dreadfully puzzled what to do." "Oh! Here is Robina!" These words were uttered by two or three of the girls who ran up to Robina at that moment. Robina also was looking ill at ease, but her face by no means wore the expression which characterised either Jane's or Harriet's. The frank look could never leave her grey eyes. She always held herself very erect, and her fine young figure, in consequence, showed on every occasion to the best advantage. She wore a pretty white frock now, and her fine brown hair fell in masses far below her waist.