And before us all the while was the bright, pleasant prospect of the long summer holidays.

Every now and then during these happy months the thought of home came across me, and sometimes one of mamma’s letters would have in it so much about Bobby and his play, and his prattle about Sissy’s coming back, that I grew a little home-sick and looked wistfully into grandmamma’s face as she read the letter.  This would always make her say:  “You don’t want to go home, little one?  Aren’t you very happy here with Lottie and the boys?  And you are getting on so nicely with your books, too; mamma is so pleased to have you with so many little schoolfellows, and kind Miss Grant to teach you!  And we are going to have all kinds of pleasant treats in the holidays.  No, no, we must keep you another month or two!  Perhaps we will send you home when the cold weather comes!” So I ran away again to make plans with Lottie about all the many things that must be done the very first day of no lessons.

Then came the last time of history, and the last dreadful sums, and the last copy written, and the last hard French words learnt, and then, happiest of all, the last putting away of books and cleaning of slates!  It almost makes me take that long breath for joy even now only to remember that happy day.

“And don’t you think I’m the happiest of us all?” said Miss Grant; “I am the only one really going home for the holidays!”

Which remark was a great relief to my little mind, for I had been afraid we must seem a great deal too glad that she was going.  Now I could venture on my very loudest “hurrah,” which, after all, was but a feeble imitation of the boys’ loud cheers.

You know, anticipation is the best part of every pleasure; in easier words, everything looks brighter before it comes than when it is come.  I think that was very nearly the happiest day of my whole year at Beecham, when I sat on the floor watching the last things put into Miss Grant’s box, and chattering away about the happy days coming.  You see, for a long time I had got up every morning with the thought of how many good marks I should get, and of how those hard letters and figures were to be made, and though I had made many a brave fight and won many a delightful victory over the books, yet it was very nice to think that to-morrow I should awake with the holiday feeling instead.

And the next morning did really come, though we thought it never would, and we made a very long meal of breakfast, being not quite sure what was to come next.

It was a funny day, that first day!  Grandmamma and Uncle Hugh went away early for a long drive, and all sorts of business at the end of it; and we knew they would not be home till ever so late.  It was very hot—­oh, so very hot!  We could not go into the sun at all, but Susette and Jane sent us out of the nursery very soon, that we might not disturb baby’s midday sleep by our holiday fun.  The school-room, of course, we avoided; so, after a little hesitation, we went out into the shade to play.