I will go upstairs and write it at once." The note was quickly written, and, putting it carefully in his inside pocket, Godfrey went to school.

As he entered the schoolroom he stepped up to the desk and handed the note to Mr.Stone.
"Here is a note from my mother," he said, superciliously.
"Very well," said the teacher, taking it gravely.
As it was not quite time to summon the pupils, he opened it at once.
This was what he read: "MR.

STONE: Sir--My son Godfrey informs me that you have treated him in a very unjust manner, for which I find it impossible to account.

I shall be glad if you can find time to call at my house this evening, in order that I may hear from your lips an explanation of the occurrence.

Yours, in haste, "Lucinda Preston." "Preston," said Mr.Stone, after reading this note, "you may say to your mother that I will call this evening." He did not appear in the least disturbed by the contents of the note he had received from the richest and--in her own eyes--the most important lady in the village.