are a great many for one person to teach.  Your mother, however, has promised that the master from the village shall come up to instruct you all in arithmetic, and your French master and your music master will, of course, attend here as usual.  I trust, therefore, that by more attention on the part of my pupils I may be able to continue the heavy task which I have undertaken.  What I want to impress upon you children”—­here she turned abruptly to the little Delaneys—­“is that lessons are lessons, and play is play.  During lesson-time I allow no wandering thoughts, I allow no attempts at shirking your duties.  The tasks I set you will be carefully chosen according to your different abilities, and I can assure you beforehand that learned they must be.  If I find that they are not carefully prepared I shall punish you.  By being attentive, by making the best of your time, you can easily get through the lessons appointed you, and then when they are over I hope you will thoroughly enjoy your time of play.  Now, all of you sit quiet.  We will begin with a lesson from English history.”

Miss Ramsay then began to lecture in her usual style.  She was really an excellent teacher, and Iris found what she said very interesting.  She began to tell about the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and she made that time quite live to the intelligent little girl.  But Apollo had not nearly come to the reign of Elizabeth in his English history.  He, consequently, could not follow the story, and soon began to look out of the window, and to count the flies which were buzzing in the hot sunshine on the window-panes.  When Miss Ramsay addressed a sudden question to him he was unable to reply.  She passed it on to Ann, who instantly gave the correct answer.  But Apollo felt himself to be in his governess’ black books.  As this was the first morning of lessons, she was not going to be severe, and, telling the little boy to take his history away to another table, desired him to read it all carefully through.

“I will question you to-morrow about what I told you to-day,” she said.  “Now, remember, you must tell me the whole story of the Spanish Armada to-morrow.”

“But I have not gone farther than the reign of John,” said Apollo.

“Don’t answer me, Apollo,” said Miss Ramsay; “you are to read this part of your history book.  Now, sit with your back to the others and begin.”

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.  For a short time he made an effort to read his dull history, but then once again his eyes sought the sunshine and the flies on the window panes.

Meanwhile Diana, Orion, and the two little Dolman boys were in a class by themselves, busily engaged over a geography lesson.

Diana had not the smallest wish to become acquainted with any portion of the globe where she was not herself residing.  Her thoughts were all full of the bow and arrow which Apollo had carefully hidden in a little dell at the entrance of the wood, on the previous night.  She was wondering when she could run off to secure the prize, and when she would have an opportunity of punishing her enemies.  She began to think that it would be really necessary to give Miss Ramsay a prick with the fatal arrow.  Miss Ramsay was turning out to be most disagreeable.