"They are no good at all; they are not, really." Robina was silent for a minute. Then she said:-- "Well, I am of some good, I suppose, and I think, on the whole, I am just a tiny bit strong." "Oh, you are, you are," said Vivian. "You are just wonderful." "Well, then, you can come to me." "But they'll call me a tell-tale-tit; they will, they will. You don't know, you can't know." "I tell you what you will do," said Robina. "You will take my hand, and you and I together will go and stand before the girls who are making you unhappy. You will say: `I can't stand this, and I am going to tell Robina, and Robina will help me to decide as to what is best to be done.' You won't be mean if you do that, Vivian, for they will understand. That is what you ought to do. Now, I have told you." "I ought, but I can't," said Vivian. She wriggled in her seat. Suddenly she sprang up, caught hold of Robina's hands, and kissed them. But Robina wrenched them away. "No, no; don't do that," she said. "I hate being kissed by cowards." She turned and left Vivian. The poor girl had never felt so small and abject in all her life, for poor Vivian was more or less in the secret. Not only had Jane explained to Ralph the great advantage of choosing Harriet as his school-mother, but Vivian had also been forced into the cause. She had spent a truly most miserable day, knowing perfectly well what Harriet's real character was, and yet afraid to do anything but urge Ralph to choose her as his school-mother during the remainder of the term. Alas and alas! what a dreadful thing it was to be a weak girl, and how Robina despised her; and how strong Robina seemed herself, and what would not Vivian give in all the wide world to have Robina's strength, and to follow the advice which she had given. Immediately after breakfast the next day Mrs Burton called the eight girls of the third form into her parlour. When they had all assembled, she said to them: "You have had your day of trial each, with the exception of Robina, whom it was more fair not to count. I may as well tell you frankly that I think Robina will be elected as Ralph's school-mother, and I may as well, also, tell you now that I shall be glad if that is the ease. At the same time I may be mistaken." There came a sort of gasp from several of the girls. Harriet was standing quite in the background. Her face was quite pale. She felt her heart beating almost to suffocation. Oh, that pony, with his side-saddle. Oh, that habit made to fit so perfectly! Oh, the joy of going home in the holidays with such a companion--such an unfailing source of delight! Would not Harriet in future be a heroine in her home? What would not the others give to be the owner of a real flesh and blood pony? She did not mind how low she stooped in order to obtain it. Mrs Burton paused, and looked round at the different girls.