ort of thing that went on at Ardshiel, and the birch-woman did
_not_ appear, it must be rather a nice place, when all was said and
done.

CHAPTER IX.

THE WOMAN WHO INTERFERED.

There is nothing in its way more difficult than to start a new school;
and Mrs Macintyre, with all her vast experience--for she had been
mistress of more than one of the celebrated houses at Cheltenham
College in the time of the great and noble Miss Beale, and had in fact,
until her marriage, been a teacher--knew well what special difficulties
she had before her, more particularly in a mixed school. There was no
reason, however, why such schools should not exist, and do well. But
she knew they had a fight before them, and that conflict lay in her
path. She did not, however, know that this conflict was to take place
so soon.

Mrs Macintyre was a good deal surprised by what followed Hollyhock's
stolen visit to Ardshiel. The children--boys and girls alike--were now
hard at work at their daily tasks. The first day passed splendidly.
The Precious Stones became extremely great friends with Roger Carden,
Ivor Chetwode, and Henry Anstel. There were also some other boys whose
parents were negotiating to send their sons to Mrs Macintyre, for the
fame of her school and the beauty of its surroundings were much talked
of, and the idea of a mixed school highly pleased some people, while it
equally annoyed others.

It was on the first Saturday morning, when the Precious Stones and the
Flower Girls were to return home, that Mrs Macintyre was informed by
one of her servants (Magsie, no less) that a lady, a Mrs Maclure, had
called, and was waiting to see her in the white drawing-room. Mrs
Macintyre's husband had been Scots, and she herself was Scots. She
therefore knew many of the Edinburgh people, and had drawn upon this
knowledge in getting pupils for her school. She wondered if Mrs
Maclure was a certain Jane Scott whom she knew in her youth, and who
had married a Dr Maclure. She felt not a little surprise at this visit
at so early and important an hour.

'The leddy kens ye are busy, but will not keep you long,' said Magsie,
who was struggling in vain to acquire an English accent.

'I will be with her immediately,' said Mrs Macintyre, and Magsie
tripped away, her eyes very bright. She was enjoying herself
immensely. As a matter of fact she had never known real life before.

Mrs Macintyre went at once into the drawing-room, having giv