Aneta, as she sat calmly by her open window--for it was not necessary to hurry to bed to-night--thought much over the future which spread itself immediately in front of her and her companions. She was naturally a very reserved girl. She was born with that exclusiveness and reserve which a distinguished class bestows upon those who belong to it. But she had in her heart very wide sympathies; and, like many another girl in her position, she could be kind to the poor, philanthropic to the last degree to those in real distress, denying herself for the sake of those who wanted bread. Towards girls, however, who were only a trifle below her in the social scale she could be arbitrary, haughty, and strangely wanting in sympathy. Maggie Howland was exactly the sort of girl who repelled Aneta. Nevertheless, she was a member of the school; and not only was she a member of the school, but a very special member. Had she even been Janet Burns (who was so clever, and as far as learning was concerned carried all before her), or had she been as brilliant and witty as Kathleen O'Donnell, Aneta would not have troubled herself much over her. But Maggie was possessed of a curious sense of _power_ which was hers by heritage, which her father had possessed before her, and which caused him--one of the least prepossessing and yet one of the most distinguished men of his day--to be worshipped wherever he went. This power was greater than beauty, greater than birth, greater than genius. Maggie had it, and used it to such effect that she and Aneta divided the school between them. Aneta was never quite certain whether some of her special friends would not leave her and go over to Maggie's side; but she felt that she did not greatly care about this, provided she could keep Merry and Cicely altogether to herself. After thinking for a little time she sprang to her feet, and going to the electric bell, sounded it. After a short delay a servant appeared. "Mary," said Aneta, "will you have the goodness to ask Miss Lucy if I may speak to her for a minute?" "Yes, miss," replied Mary, closing the door behind her in her usual noiseless fashion. In a very few minutes Miss Johnson entered Aneta's room. "I was just thinking of going to bed, dear," said that good-natured young woman. "Can I do anything for you?" "I only want to say something to you, Lucy." "What is it, my love? I do not like to see that our dear Aneta looks worried, but your face almost wears that expression." "Well," said Aneta, "it is just this: I am a trifle worried about a matter which I hope I may set right. It is against the rules for girls to leave their rooms after they have gone to them for the night, and it would never do for me to be the first to break a rule at Aylmer House. Nevertheless, I do want to break it. May I, Miss Lucy?" "Well, Aneta, I do not think that there'll be the slightest difficulty, for we don't really begin school till to-morrow. What do you wish to do, dear?"