“There!  All are in now, and only the steamer trunk is left to pack at the last moment,” said Jenny, folding her tired arms after a protracted struggle with half a dozen new gowns, and a perplexing medley of hats, boots, gloves, and perfumery.  Two large trunks stood in the ante-room ready to go; the third was now done, and nothing remained but the small one and Jenny’s shabby portmanteau.

“How nicely you have managed!  I ought to have helped, only you wouldn’t let me and I should have spoilt my wrapper.  Come and rest and help me sort out this rubbish,” said Ethel, who would have been dressed and out if the arrival of a new peignoir had not kept her in to enjoy the lovely pink and blue thing, all lace and ribbon and French taste.

“You will never get them into that box, dear,” answered Jenny, gladly sitting down beside her on the sofa, which was strewn with trinkets of all sorts, more or less damaged by careless handling, and the vicissitudes of a wandering trunk.

“I don’t believe they are worth fussing over.  I’m tired of them, and they look very mean and silly after seeing real jewels here.  I’d throw them away if I hadn’t spent so much money on them,” said Ethel, turning over the tarnished filigree, mock pearl, and imitation coral necklaces, bracelets, and brooches that were tumbling out of the frail boxes in which they came.

“They will look pretty to people at home who have not been seeing so many as we have.  I’ll sew up the broken cases, and rub up the silver, and string the beads, and make all as good as new, and you will find plenty of girls at home glad to get them, I am sure,” answered Jenny, rapidly bringing order out of chaos with those skilful hands of hers.

Ethel leaned back and watched her silently for a few minutes.  During this last week our young lady had been thinking a good deal, and was conscious of a strong desire to tell Jane Bassett how much she loved and thanked her for all her patient and faithful care during the six months now nearly over.  But she was proud, and humility was hard to learn; self-will was sweet, and to own one’s self in the wrong a most distasteful task.  The penitent did not know how to begin, so waited for an opportunity, and presently it came.

“Shall you be glad to get home, Jenny?” she asked in her most caressing tone, as she hung her prettiest locket round her friend’s neck; for during this illness all formality and coolness had melted away, and “Miss Bassett” was “Jenny dear” now.

“I shall be very, very glad to see my precious people again, and tell them all about my splendid holiday; but I can’t help wishing that we were to stay till spring, now that we are here, and I have no teaching, and may never get such another chance.  I’m afraid it seems ungrateful when I’ve had so much; but to go back without seeing Rome is a trial, I confess,” answered honest Jane, rubbing away at a very dull paste bandeau.

“So it is; but I don’t mind so much, because I shall come again by-and-by, and I mean to be better prepared to enjoy things properly than I am now.  I’ll really study this winter, and not be such a fool.  Jenny, I’ve a plan in my head.  I wonder if you’d like it?  I should immensely, and I’m going to propose it to Mamma the minute I get home,” said Ethel, glad to seize this opening.