"You need not be afraid," said the pupil in an encouraging voice. "I am nothing of a coward; I'll take anything in reason. Is it a flogging you are thinking of ordering for me?" "Oh, no; we never flog in this school," said Miss Sherrard in a shocked voice. "Why, then, if it is something in the shape of learning a lesson it will go cruel with me. I don't care for learning, and----" "I am afraid, Kitty, that I must give you the kind of punishment which all the school may know about. All the school now knows of your disobedience, and it must also be well aware of your punishment." "Good gracious! this sounds exciting," answered Kitty. "I am to have a punishment that all the school will know about." "Yes, it is this. To-morrow morning, just before recess, you are to go up to Miss Worrick, and tell her before the entire school that you are sorry you disobeyed her; you are then to offer to stay in during the play hour." "If that's all," said Kitty, "it is not much of a bother. I am to say I am sorry, and I am to stay in to-morrow. You won't object to my bringing--" "I'll hear of no conditions," answered Miss Sherrard, starting to her feet. "Go away now, my dear girl, and please remember that your father sent you here to learn, that I trust you will learn, and that you will also endeavor to be good to--to please me, Kitty." Kitty's eyes filled with sudden tears. "You are very kind," she murmured. "I know I should soon learn to love you. You wouldn't mind letting me give you a hug, would you?" "I will certainly kiss you, dear, but no demonstration, please. Kitty, I know you have a warm heart; but don't let it lead you into mischief. There is much for you to learn in England, as I doubt not there would be much for an English girl to learn in your country." "Ah, but it is the dearest land in all the world," said Kitty. "I am sure it is to you; but say no more now. I will speak to Miss Worrick; she will expect you to do what I have desired to-morrow." CHAPTER X. PADDY WHEEL-ABOUT. The next day there was a whisper through the school that Kitty Malone was about to do public penance. She had already made more or less sensation in that part of the school where she worked. In her own class the girls, as has already been stated, adored her; but the other girls also looked at her with interest. They admired her dress, her free, careless gait, her upright, erect figure, and the bright, happy glance in her eyes. They all thought her charming, and the expression of her face was often so comical, the shrug of her shoulders so ludicrous, that at a glance she set the girls tittering. On this special occasion she sat down between her favorite Mary Davies and Agnes Moore, and whispered to the former: