en I get a chance. I'm _so_ tired!"

"You are not going to walk about; you are going to rest better than you
could ever do here, so don't worry and make objections. Here's your
hat, and here's my arm, and please come along without any more arguing.
You'll be thankful to me when I get you nicely settled!"

"_When_!" echoed Miss Everett ungratefully; but she was too languid to
oppose the girl's strong will, so she sat up, put on her hat, and
allowed herself to be led downstairs and into the grounds. The girls
were scattered about under the trees, but Rhoda skirted round the paths
so as to avoid them as much as possible, and presently came to a
sheltered spot, where Dorothy lay swinging to and fro in a most superior
Canadian hammock which had been sent from Erley Chase at the beginning
of the summer weather. She peered over the edge as footsteps approached
and Rhoda cried briskly:

"Tumble out, Dorothy! I said you could have it until I needed it
myself, and I want it now for Miss Everett. She has a headache, and is
going to rest here until lunch. Now then, I'll shake up the pillows,
and if you don't say it is the most delicious hammock you ever lay in, I
shan't think much of your taste. I'll put up the parasol and tuck it
into the ropes--so!--that you may feel nice and private if anyone
passes. Now then, how's that? Isn't that comfy? Isn't that an
improvement on the stuffy little study?"

Miss Everett rested her head on the cushion, and drew a long breath of
enjoyment.

"It's--beautiful! It's perfect. I'm so happy! I never want to move
again."

"You are not to move until I tell you. Go fast asleep, and I'll promise
faithfully to wake you in time for lunch. We must have you well for the
afternoon, you know. I'd be heart-broken if you didn't see me in my
grand--. Never mind, that's a secret, but you _will_ rest, won't you?
You will be good, and do as you are told?"

"Kiss me!" replied Miss Everett simply, lifting her dark eyes to the
girl's face with an appeal so sweet that it would have touched a heart
of stone. No sooner was the kiss given, than down fell the eyelids, and
Rhoda crept away realising that sleep, the best of medicines, was indeed
near at hand. She herself spent a happy morning lying flat on her back
on the grass in company with half a dozen other girls, discussing the
affairs of the world in general, the blatant follies of grown-ups, and
the wonderful improvements which would take