Its title was _Les Rayons et Les Ombres_.

She opened it by hazard at the following poem, which had no heading and which stood, a small triptych of print, rather solitary in the lower half of a large white page: Dieu qui sourit et qui donne Et qui vient vers qui l'attend Pourvu que vous soyez bonne, Sera content.
Le monde ou tout etincelle, Mais ou rien n'est enflamme, Pourvu que vous soyez belle, Sera charme.
Mon coeur, dans l'ombre amoureuse, Ou l'enivrent deux beaux yeux, Pourvu que tu sois heureuse, Sera joyeux.
That was all.

But she shook as though a miracle had been enacted.

Hilda, owing partly to the fondness of an otherwise stern grandfather and partly to the vanity of her unimportant father, had finally been sent to a school attended by girls who on the average were a little above herself in station--Chetwynd's, in the valley between Turnhill and Bursley.

(It was still called Chetwynd's though it had changed hands.) Among the staff was a mistress who was known as Miss Miranda--she seemed to have no surname.