"My name is Rosamund Cunliffe," was Rosamund's reply.

"Oh, well, as you remarked, rules don't begin until to-morrow, so I can go out at any hour I like to-night."

"No, but I want you to be courteous; and ill-feelings are always wrong, and can be mastered if we apply ourselves in the right spirit. I must, therefore, tell you, Irene, that the next time I hear you speak, or it is reported to me that you speak, unkindly of any of your school-fellows, and if you perform any naughty, cowardly, childish tricks, you will have to come to me, and—I don't quite know what I shall be obliged to do, but I shall have a talk with you, my dear. Now, that is enough for the present."

"Now look again. What do you see?"

She was awakened by cries before morning dawned. In a moment she started up, sprang out of bed, and rushed into the next room. Little Agnes was sitting up in her bed, puzzled and terrified.

"Oh, well, as you remarked, rules don't begin until to-morrow, so I can go out at any hour I like to-night."