"I must be something," she thought. "If I am not pretty, I must at least be out of the common. I will make people see that I am awfully clever. It's just as nice to be clever as to be pretty." Perhaps Harriet was more clever than her companions. She certainly did manage to impress the others with her power of learning French and German, with the excellent way in which she studied her "pieces" for the pianoforte, and with her really pretty little drawings, which, in her opinion, were almost works of art. Harriet, in her heart of hearts, voted the Chetwolds dull and the three Amberleys molly-coddles. "They are always fussing about their throats or having damp feet or getting a little bit of a chill," she remarked on one occasion in a very superior tone to Jane. "I have no patience with girls who are always thinking of themselves; they just do it to be petted. As to that Vivian, she knows quite well that if she manages to cry a little and put her hand to her throat, she won't have any more lessons for the rest of the day." "I call Vivian a horrid little cheat, although she is thought such a model," said Jane. "Oh, I hate models," said Harriet. "Give me a naughty girl, by preference." "There are no naughty girls in this school," said Jane; "they are every one of them as good as good. It's awfully dull," she added. "Even you and I can't be naughty, Harriet; for there's no one to be naughty with." These were the sentiments of these two really troublesome young people when they started on their picnic. In the course of that same evening, when the sun was about to set, and the slight summer breeze had dropped away, and there was a perfect calm all over nature and a serene pale blue sky overhead, then Jane Bush met Harriet Lane and, clutching her by the arm, said: "Oh, Harry, Harry! What do you think?" "I am sure I don't know," said Harriet, who looked taller and more lanky than ever. "I wish you wouldn't get so frightfully excited, Jane. You quite take my breath away." "I have got news for you," said Jane, making her mouth into a round "O," and forming a trumpet for it with her hand. "News!" she repeated. "Wonderful grand news!" and now she managed to shout the words into Harriet's ear. "Don't deafen me," said Harriet. "I can't help it if you have news. I don't suppose there is anything in your new's," she continued. "You are as cross as two sticks, Harry," said Jane; "but you won't be when you hear what I have got to say. Come along; I must tell you before we start for home, and they are putting the horses to the waggonettes already. Let's run down this glade. Let's be very quick, or they'll stop us. I see old Sparke coming back as fast as she can, and she'll begin to call us all to the top of that little mound. It is there we are to wait for the waggonettes. Come--quick!"