It was too much for Kathleen. She ran, balked, and made another vain effort, to give it up. "Now, Monica!" The name was on everybody's lips. Monica appeared to be perfectly cool, far less excited, indeed, than the spectators. "Rest a moment, my dear, if you are out of breath," suggested Miss Russell. "No, thank you. It would hardly seem fair to Kathleen. I'll try now." "Took it like a bird!" cried the Rector, clapping his hands, as the rope was once more successfully cleared. The girls raised a storm of cheering, to show partly their admiration for the skilful deed, partly their appreciation of Monica herself. "She is a great favourite in the school," Miss Russell explained to Mr. Cross. "I am delighted to see her mixing with other young people," he replied; "she has a dull time, poor child, as a rule, and has felt the disappointment about her uncle's property more than she cares to confess. Mrs. Courtenay's illness is very distressing. My wife was speaking to the doctor yesterday: he considers Sir William Garrett ought to be sent for at once; in a few weeks it may prove too late." "You have known the family a long time?" asked Miss Russell. "Since Monica's birth. I was as well acquainted with old Sir Giles as he would allow anyone to be. I used to call and see him sometimes, and discuss botany, the only subject in which he showed any interest. He lived so penuriously that his income must have accumulated for many years. He rarely spoke of business matters, but on one occasion he requested me to sign my name as witness to some document, the contents of which he did not tell me. "He referred, however, to Monica as if she were to benefit substantially under his will, and asked me if I considered it harmful for a girl to be left an heiress. I assured him it would not be so in her case; both her disposition and upbringing were such that money could not spoil her. "'A season of adversity is often the best preparation for prosperity,' he replied. "I have remembered his words ever since. "He sent for me on his deathbed, and I have sometimes wondered if there were any secret he wished to confide to me. Most unfortunately I was visiting a sick parishioner several miles away, and did not get the message in time. When I arrived at the Manor he was past speech. He tried to scrawl a few lines on a piece of paper, but the writing was quite undecipherable. If he regretted any earthly act, it was too late then to alter it; he was going to settle his great account." While the Rector and the headmistress were talking, tea had been carried into the garden, and the girls now busied themselves in attending on the guests. "I think the competitors must need refreshment more than we do," said Mrs. Cross, as Cicely handed her the cream. "They are not forgotten," said Miss Russell, "but they are only too pleased to make themselves useful first."