"How perfectly delightful!" exclaimed Cicely, with shining eyes. "It's a whole year off yet." "I don't mind, so long as I can think of coming here again some time, and being Monica's visitor. It's something to look forward to." The last day arrived, as last days invariably do, whether one is longing for their advent or the reverse. Boxes had been brought down and packed, and Miss Russell's linen and silver had been collected and stowed away in great wicker baskets, which were already dispatched on their road to London. The girls, marshalled in order on the drive, were only waiting for the word "March!" to start for the railway station. Monica stood on the steps to see them off, her pretty, fair face and rich chestnut hair framed in the oak doorway. "I shall miss you all dreadfully," she said. "It has been a great pleasure for me to have you here. Please don't forget me." "We're not likely to do that," replied Mildred Roper, speaking for herself and the rest. "We've spent a glorious three months. It's been more like holidays than school. I think every one of us, to the end of her life, will remember this summer term at the old Manor. Good-bye!"