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On her way downstairs Mrs. Freeman stepped for a moment into Bridget's room. Her pupil's large traveling trunks had been removed to the box room, but many showy dresses and much finery of various sorts lay scattered about.

Mrs. Freeman spoke calmly, but there was a look about her face which gave Janet a very queer sensation. The schoolmistress took Alice's hand, and walked as quickly as she could to the scene of the accident.

"Here you are," exclaimed the two pairs of lips eagerly."Hark! Stop talking!" said Mrs. Freeman.

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"I could not help myself," replied Dorothy. "You know, of course, Janet, what Bridget did last night?"Bridget's excitable eager words were broken by sobs; tears poured out of her lovely eyes, her hands clasped Dorothy's with fervor."So it is, Bridget. But you will permit me, an old woman compared to you, to point out a fact—the self-denying people are the happy ones, the selfish are the miserable. Take your own way now in your youth, sip each pleasure as it comes, turn from the disagreeables, trample on those who happen to be in your way, as you did on that rosebud just now, and you will lay up misery for yourself in the future. You will be a very wretched woman when you reach my age."

"Are you coming, Dorothy?" called Janet May from the end of the passage.

"And so do I"—"And I"—cried both Ruth and Olive.

"How do you do, all of you?" she said. "Well, Janet, good-morning"; she tapped Janet's indignant back with her firm, cool hand, and dropped into her place.

"He'll be sorry he sent me; he'll be sorry he listened to Aunt Kathleen," she said to herself.