ey were
accustomed to it. If there is anything you want particularly in
Glenbury, Magsie's going, and I expect she'd get it for you."

"I don't know whether she could."

"What is it you want?"

Diana hesitated, then whispered in Wendy's ear:

"Three packets of Turkish cigarettes."

"O-o-o-oh!"

Wendy's eyes were wide. Diana nodded determinedly.

"But what do you want them for?"

"That's my own business."

"You surely don't _smoke_!"--in a horrified voice.

"I don't want them for myself--I'll tell you that much."

"For whom are they, then?"

"I shan't tell you!"

"Magsie would never dare to bolt into a tobacconist's and buy
cigarettes."

"I was afraid she wouldn't," said Diana sadly.

"And you'd better be careful yourself if you go to Glenbury next exeat
day. Toddlekins would draw the line at cigarettes. You wouldn't like to
get expelled?"

"I don't know that I'd very much care," sighed Diana.

She revenged herself for her enforced seclusion by clumping noisily
about the passages, till Miss Todd, hearing the racket, dropped a
significant hint as to the necessity of compulsory felt slippers for
girls who had not learnt to walk lightly. So, fearing that the Principal
might really carry out this threat, Diana betook herself to the garden,
and expended her superfluous energy on a fast and furious set of tennis.
Having lost three balls, she left Vi and Peggy to look for them, and,
still in a thoroughly bad temper, strolled round the corner of the
house. On the front drive she saw a sight that set her running. Exactly
opposite the door stood the car of her cousin, Mrs. Burritt. It was
empty, but the chauffeur, at the top of the steps, was in the very act
of handing two envelopes to the housemaid.

"Anything for me, Thompson?" cried Diana eagerly.

"Yes, miss. Letter for you, and one for Miss Todd," replied the man,
touching his cap.

Diana seized hers from Edith, the maid, devoured its contents, and
clapped her hands.

"I'll be ready in five minutes, Thompson!" she exclaimed, and fled
indoors.

Half-way down the corridor she nearly ran into Miss Todd, emerging from
her study with an open letter in her hand.

"Where are you going, Diana?"

"Cousin Cora's asked me for the night! She's sent the car for me. My
cousin Lenox is there on leave!" panted Diana.

"So I understand from Mrs. Burritt's letter, but I certainly cannot
allow you to go."

"Not go?"

Diana's face was a study.

"I had no