Nevertheless, if you will promise to be more careful in future, I will waive all past cause of complaint, and at the end of the term I shall be able to judge as to your continuing among us." Agatha rose, beaming.

"Dear Miss Wilson," she said, "you are so good! I promise, of course.

I will go and tell mamma." Before they could add a word she had turned with a pirouette to the door, and fled, presenting herself a moment later in the drawing-room to the three ladies, whom she surveyed with a whimsical smile in silence.
"Well ?" said Mrs.Jansenius peremptorily.
"Well, dear ?" said Mrs.Trefusis, caressingly.
Mrs.Wylie stifled a sob and looked imploringly at her daughter.
"I had no end of trouble in bringing them to reason," said Agatha, after a provoking pause.

"They behaved like children, and I was like an angel.
I am to stay, of course." "Blessings on you, my darling," faltered Mrs.Wylie, attempting a kiss, which Agatha dexterously evaded.
"I have promised to be very good, and studious, and quiet, and decorous in future.

Do you remember my castanet song, Hetty?
"'Tra! lalala, la! la! la! Tra! lalala, la! la! la! Tra! lalalalalalalalalalala!'" And she danced about the room, snapping her fingers instead of castanets.
"Don't be so reckless and wicked, my love," said Mrs.Wylie.