"Memento--remember; mentem--and mind; servare--to hold up; aequam--your mare; in rebus arduis--going up hill. That translation, young ladies, was given by an undergraduate in the University of Oxford. He afterwards rowed stroke in the 'Varsity boat, and was the best billiard player of his year, so it would ill become us to dispute his conclusions. You will observe the valuable moral lessons inculcated in the words, and, I trust, take them to heart--`Remember and mind--'" A laugh sounded from the direction of the door, and there stood Miss Everett, looking round with mischievous eyes. Rhoda noted with relief that she looked brighter than for days past, as if some good news had arrived from the home about which she was so anxious. "This sounds improving," she cried, merrily. "Thomasina holding a Latin class! I am glad you have found such an exemplary way of passing the afternoon. I am afraid you must stop, however, as the gong will ring in five minutes, and meantime I must break up the class. I want,"--her eye roved enquiringly round the room--"I want Rhoda!" "Certainly, Miss Everett. Anything to oblige you. Rhoda, my love, you have my permission to retire," drawled Thomasina, wagging her head in languid assent, and Rhoda left the room in no little wonder as to the reason of the summons. Arrived in the corridor, Miss Everett laid both hands on the girl's shoulders, and asked a quick, laughing question:-- "What about that hamper?" "Hamper?" echoed Rhoda. "Hamper?" Her air of bewilderment was so unaffectedly genuine that the other's expression became in turn doubtful and uncertain. "Yes, yes, the hamper! The hamper of good things that has just arrived for my brother. I thought you--" "I know nothing about it; truly I don't! I wish I did, but--" "But, my dear girl, it came from your home. There was a game label upon it, with your father's name in print--`From Henry Chester, Erley Chase.' There cannot be two Henry Chesters living at houses of the same name." "Ah!" exclaimed Rhoda, and her face lit up with pleasure. "It's mother! Of course it's mother! It's just the sort of thing mother would do. I told her that your brother had been ill, and that you were anxious about him, and so she set to work to see how she could help. That's just like mother, she's the kindest dear! I believe she sits down in her armchair after breakfast every single morning, and plans out how many kind things she can do during the day."