She would be the envy of the school when she returned.
Susannah Maude was apparently a quick walker.

They passed through the hamlet of Coed Glas, and were half a mile beyond before they caught sight of the odd little figure trudging on ahead.

They overtook her exactly on the bridge that crossed the Llyn Mawr stream.
As Mrs.Arnold dismounted and called her by name, Susannah Maude started, uttered a shriek, and apparently for a moment contemplated casting herself into the stream below.

The Guardian of the Fire, however, seized her firmly by the arm, and, drawing her to the low parapet, made her sit down.
"Now tell me all about it," said Mrs.Arnold encouragingly, seating herself by her side.

For answer Susannah Maude wept unrestrainedly, the hot tears dripping down her hard little cheeks into her rough little hands.
Mrs.Arnold waited with patience till the storm had subsided, then she began to put questions.
"Did you take the young lady's locket, Susan ?" "Yes, I did; but I didn't want to.