"I hope so, indeed," said Miss Phillips, who went downstairs to report that Annie was singularly pale, but not in the least feverish, and that her great desire was to lie in a hammock during the entire morning in the shady garden. "Go up at once and tell her that she has my permission," said Mrs Lyttelton. Miss Phillips opened the door very softly. Annie was still lying with her eyes shut, the bandage at once shading and concealing her face; but the cheeks, the tip of the little nose, and the chin were all dreadfully white; only the pretty lips were still rosy. Annie just opened languid eyes. "I am better, really," she said in the faintest and most patient voice. "You poor, sweet thing," said Miss Phillips. "How I sympathise with you! I get those frantic headaches myself sometimes." "It hurts me even to talk," said Annie. "I do value your sympathy, but I can't express what I feel. May I go into the garden? Did you find out?" "Yes; Mrs Lyttelton has given you her permission. I am so sorry, dear, that none of us will be able to be with you. Mrs Lyttelton herself is going to drive to London, and of course the rest of us will be busy; but if you want any one, love, I could send one of the maids to you." "I shall want nothing," said Annie, whose voice, in her eagerness, had suddenly become strong. Any one who was not poor Phillips would have been suspicious on the spot. "I am so dreadfully sorry," said Annie, "that you should be put out about me; but if I am allowed to treat my headache in my own way, I shall be all right by early dinner. Now go, dear, won't you? I will get dressed and creep down to the garden as soon as lessons begin." "You are such a thoughtful, unselfish girl," said Miss Phillips. "Anybody else who looked so terribly ill would make a fuss." "Sweet Miss Phillips!" murmured Annie; and with these words sounding in her ear Miss Phillips left the room. The moment she did so Annie sprang to a sitting position on her bed. She flung the bandage across the room with a petulant movement, and the next instant she had locked the door and begun an active and hurried toilet. The powder was removed. The small, fair face assumed its normal complexion, and by the time prayers were over and the girls were all assembled in the different class-rooms, Annie, in her neat cotton dress, wearing a big shady hat, with gloves drawn over her small white hands, and a parasol ready to shade her from the sun, stood waiting by her open window. Presently she heard a welcome sound--the noise of wheels disappearing down the avenue. Now was her time. Across the lawn she went. The hammocks were there, but Annie had no use for them at present. Until she was well out of sight of the house she did not dare to run, but when a depression in the ground hid the house from view she put wings to her feet, and flew panting and racing along by the shrubbery, until, at the farthest end, she found a small postern door.