"I tell you what," she said, after a pause. "You may do anything you like on the sands, only don't wander too far." "There's Betty with her tray of cakes!" exclaimed Nina. "May we have a bun each, Brenda? Will you give us money to buy a bun each?" Curious to relate, Brenda complied. She gave Nina the necessary pence, and did not even refer to the obnoxious notebook. The moment the little girls were out of sight, she turned to her elder pupil. "I met Harry to-day; he was quite contrite and nice. I feel almost certain he'll ask me to marry him. I mean to go out without you this evening, and I mean to wear the bangle. I think the bangle will quite clinch matters. Harry thinks I am poor; but I don't want him to do so. Why, what's the matter, Fanchon?" "Oh, nothing," said Fanchon, making an effort to conceal her feelings. "Have you a headache, dear? are you ill?" "I am not ill," said Fanchon, "but I have a little headache--the sun is very hot," she added. "I shall take Penelope with me this evening--that's a good idea," said Brenda, suddenly. "I shall keep her for the night; I mean to force her to stay. She's got a very stylish air about her, which you, poor Fanchon, don't possess, and what with Penelope and the bangle--" "I thought you didn't want Penelope to know about the bangle." "No more I do; but I shall manage just to let him see a gleam of it when she is not looking. You haven't the least idea how to arrange these sort of things, my dear child; but doubtless some day you will. However, now it's almost time to hurry home. My little Fanchon shall have that beautiful bangle all for herself when the holidays are over." Fanchon gave quite an audible sniff. "What a very unpleasant noise you make, dear Fanchon." "Oh, I can't help it," replied Fanchon, and she stuck her head high in the air and looked so repellent that her governess wondered she had ever been bothered by her. When the girls returned to the _pension_, they found Penelope awaiting them. She wore a brown holland frock, quite neat, but very plain. Her soft, very fair hair was arranged tidily round her head, also with the least attempt at display. She was a singularly unobtrusive-looking girl, and, beside Brenda, she was, as the ladies of the _pension_ exclaimed, "nowhere." They all criticised her, however, very deeply, for had she not come from Castle Beverley? By slow degrees, too, they began to discover virtues in her, the sort of virtues they could never aspire to. She was so gentle in conversation, and had such a low, sweet voice. She was very polite, also, and talked for a long time to Miss Price, seeming, by her manner, to enjoy this woman's society. Mrs Simpkins looked her up and looked her down, and said to herself that although not pretty, she was "genteel," and to be genteel, you had to possess something which money could not buy. The good woman made a further discovery--that pretty, showy Brenda was not genteel.