The next morning, at a very early hour, Brenda took her departure, having successfully avoided the Reverend Josiah, who had gone to bed with the full intention of getting up to see his dear young governess off and to tell her that he would assuredly sit up and have something hot for supper when she came back in the evening. He had not yet thanked her for her consideration in buying the jam pots. "The dear girl must have got them out of her own money," he said to himself. "She really is a treasure, and I am so fond of gooseberry jam. One can have so few indulgences--what with the sick of the parish and my very small stipend. But when I think of that poor young creature, and of what she is doing for me and my children, I cannot be too thankful. I will certainly thank her in suitable words when she returns, and I will see her off in the morning." But, alack and alas! the Reverend Josiah was tired, for he had had a very long and fatiguing day, and Brenda's footsteps were light as the falling of snow, and she had left the house and gone out to the stables and got the pony put to the cart. She had also awakened Jock-- universally known as "the boy," and had given him fourpence to drive her to Harroway station. All these things had been done, and Brenda was away--yes, away for her day's holiday before the Reverend Josiah opened his eyes on that summer morning. CHAPTER EIGHT. BREAK-UP DAY. Nothing at all happened to Brenda of the least importance during her journey to Hazlitt Chase. She went second-class as far as Rocheford. There she changed for first-class, for she had every intention of doing the thing in style. When she arrived at the little station, she saw several smart-looking carriages waiting to take guests up to The Chase and, going up to the driver of one, requested him immediately to convey her there. He looked at the very smart lady, admired her blue eyes and the radiant and truly natural colour in her cheeks, and signified to her that if she would enter the low victoria, he would take her to The Chase. She did so, wrapping her white serge cloak daintily round her, and leaning back in her seat with evident enjoyment. She was reaching her goal--the goal she had been aspiring to for so many long weeks now; and that twenty pounds--yes, and a little more besides, some of the Reverend Josiah Amberley's money (that money which he had given her to clothe his own little daughters)--reposed snugly in her purse at home. Her conscience did not trouble her, for Brenda had never cultivated that excellent monitor. It lay quiet and asleep within her breast. Her whole nature was full of anticipation and ripe for mischief. She was anxious to see her sister and the school, and to make a first-rate impression there.