at the door too and wanting to see
me. Prefects don't get much time to themselves!

With best love,
Your affectionate coz,
Dona Anderson.

"What a jolly letter," commented Lorna, as she handed it back.

"Yes, Dona is a dear. I used to want to go to Brackenfield, but I wasn't
well last year, and Mother said it was too strenuous a school for me.
Isn't it a joke that Marjorie is in Italy? What fun if she were to turn
up some day. I have a kind of feeling that I'm going to see her. I'm
getting quite excited."

Lorna did not reply. Irene's correspondence was after all only a matter
of half importance to her. Indeed the thought of that lively family of
cousins brought out so sharply the contrast of her own loneliness that
she almost wished she had never heard of them. Why did other people get
all the luck in life?

"What's the matter? You're very glum," said Irene.

"Nothing! I can't always be sparkling, can I?"

"I suppose not. But I thought you'd be interested in Marjorie coming."

"How can I be interested in some one I've never seen?" snapped Lorna,
walking abruptly away.

Irene looked after her and shook her head.

"I've put my foot in it somehow," she ruminated. "You never know how to
take Lorna. A thing that pleases her one day annoys her the next. She's
certainly what you'd call 'katawampus' this morning."

It was getting very near the end of the term now, and all the girls were
talking eagerly about going home. Before they separated for their
vacation, however, there was to be one more of Miss Morley's delightful
excursions. Next term would be too hot to do much sightseeing, so those
of the pupils who had not yet been shown the wonders of the neighborhood
were to have the chance of a visit to the Greek temples at Paestum. It
would be a longer expedition even than to Vesuvius, and as many were
anxious to take part it was arranged to hire a motor char-a-banc to
accommodate about twenty-four girls and several teachers. The lucky ones
were of course well drilled beforehand in the history and architecture
of the place, and knew how a Greek colony had settled there about the
year 600 B.C. and had built the magnificent Doric temples, which, with
the sole exception of those at Athens, are the finest existing ruins of
the kind.

Miss Rodgers had limited the excursion to seniors and Transition,
thinking it too long and