"Of course it is! The Castle's the Castle, and Mrs. Trevellyan is--well, just Mrs. Trevellyan. There are the loveliest things there--foreign curiosities, and old pictures, and illuminated books, and we're allowed to look at them; and there's special preserved ginger from China, and boxes of real Eastern Turkish Delight. Oh, it's a fairy palace! You may thank your stars you're going!" In spite of Annie's transports, Gerda did not look particularly delighted. She only smiled in a rather sickly fashion, and said nothing. The others, however, were much too occupied with their own pleasurable expectations to take any notice of her lack of enthusiasm. They had accepted her quiet ways as part of herself, and had set her down as a not very interesting addition to the Form, and thought her opinions--if indeed she possessed any--were of scant importance. Gerda had made very little headway with her companions; her intense reserve seemed to set a barrier between them and herself, and after one or two efforts at being friendly the girls had given her up, and took no more trouble over her. "Gerda the Silent," "The Recluse," "The Oyster," were some of the names by which she was known, and she certainly justified every item of her reputation for reticence. If she did not talk much, she was, however, a good listener. Nothing in the merry chat of the schoolroom escaped her, and anybody who had been curious enough to watch her carefully might have noticed that often, when seemingly buried in a book, her eyes did not move over the page, and all her attention was given to the conversation that was going on in her vicinity. Having received an invitation to Ronnie's birthday party, of course the burning subject of discussion was what to give him as a present. Miss Birks vetoed the idea of each girl making a separate offering, and suggested a general subscription list to buy one handsome article. "It will be quite sufficient, and I am sure Mrs. Trevellyan would far rather have it so," she decreed. "It's too bad, for I'd made up my mind to give him a box of soldiers," complained Annie, in private. "And I'd a book in my eye," said Elyned. "Perhaps Miss Birks is right," said Romola, "because, you see, some of us might give nicer presents than the others, and perhaps there'd be a little jealousy; and at any rate, comparisons are odious." "Miss Birks has limited the subscriptions to a shilling each," commented Deirdre. "Then let's take our list now. I'll write down our names, and you can tell me the amounts." For such an object everyone was disposed to be liberal--everyone, that is to say, except Gerda Thorwaldson. When she was applied to, she flatly refused. "Don't you want to join in the present to Ronnie?" gasped Romola, in utter amazement. "Why should I?" "Why, because we're going to tea at the Castle; and Ronnie is Ronnie, and Mrs. Trevellyan will be pleased too!" "I don't know Mrs. Trevellyan."