’And have gibbeted!  Really, Arthurine, I should call them very generous!’

‘It is their thick skins,’ muttered she; ’at least so the Myttons said; but, indeed, I did not mean to be so personal as it was thought.’

‘But tell me.  Why did you not get on with Mesa?’

’That was a regular take-in.  Not to tell one!  When I began my German class, she put me out with useless explanations.’

‘What kind of explanations?’

’Oh, about the Swiss being under the Empire, or something, and she WOULD go into parallels of Saxon words, and English poetry, such as our Fraulein never troubled us with.  But I showed her it would not DO.’

’So instead of learning what you had not sense to appreciate, you wanted to teach your old routine.’

’But, indeed, she could not pronounce at all well, and she looked ever so long at difficult bits, and then she even tried to correct ME.’

‘Did she go on coming after you silenced her?’

‘Yes, and never tried to interfere again.’

‘I am afraid she drew her own conclusions about High Schools.’

’Oh, Miss Elmore, you used to like us to be thorough and not discursive, and how could anybody brought up in this stultifying place, ages ago, know what will tell in an exam?’

’Oh!  Arthurine.  How often have I told you that examinations are not education.  I never saw so plainly that I have not educated you.’

’I wanted to prepare Daisy and Pansy, and they didn’t care about her prosing when we wanted to get on with the book.’

’Which would have been the best education for them, poor girls, an example of courtesy, patience, and humility, or GETTING ON, as you call it?’

’Oh!  Miss Elmore, you are very hard on me, when I have just been so cruelly disappointed.’

’My dear child, it is only because I want you to discover why you have been so cruelly disappointed.’

It would be wearisome to relate all that Arthurine finally told of those thwartings by the Merrifields which had thrown her into the arms of the Mytton family, nor how Miss Elmore brought her to confess that each scheme was either impracticable, or might have been injurious, and that a little grain of humility might have made her see things very differently.  Yet it must be owned that the good lady felt rather like bending a bow that would spring back again.

Bessie Merrifield had, like her family, been inclined to conclude that all was the fault of High Schools.  She did not see Miss Elmore at first, thinking the Arthurets not likely to wish to be intruded upon, and having besides a good deal to think over.  For she and her father had talked over the proposal, which pecuniarily was so tempting, and he, without prejudice, but on principle, had concurred with her in deciding that it was her duty not to add one touch of attractiveness to aught which supported a cause contrary to their strongest convictions.  Her father’s approbation was the crowning pleasure, though she felt the external testimony to her abilities, quite enough to sympathise with such intoxication of success as to make any compliment seem possible.  Miss Elmore had one long talk with her, beginning by saying—­