ion Roxy Mays had possessed. There were
several beautiful girls in school. Daisy Bell had many charms, a lovely,
subtle, easily-flushing complexion that was like pink and pearl,
beautiful even teeth, tender and loving eyes.

"My face is just like me," she comforted herself, looking in the glass.
"It is strong, earnest, and capable. And I do mean to do something with
life before I die. I hope God will put me in the way of it."

Toward spring there was an episode that now and then happens in a girls'
school in spite of the closest supervision. Mrs. Aldred tried to train
the girls to a high sense of honor, and allowed them a certain liberty,
though no one girl ever went out alone. Among the new scholars was a
pretty, saucy little thing, bright with her lessons and full of fun,
seemingly innocent enough. But she had adroitly managed a flirtation
with the brother of one of the day scholars. Letters had passed between
them, and she had eluded supervision and taken several strolls with him
by climbing over the fence at the back of the grounds, with the
assistance of her admirer. The daring went a little too far, and one
evening Miss Wiley saw the return of the culprit, who begged and pleaded
a little at first, and then became defiant.

"I don't care," she said angrily. "We are engaged. I knew I wouldn't be
allowed to see him alone if he called, and I had a right to his visits."

Mrs. Aldred was surprised and had a rather stormy time with the girl,
who was sent home at once.

"Now that Roxy Mays will never come back," said Daisy gravely, "I will
say to you that she did go as far as the letters once. It was with the
clerk in Adams' drug store. He gave a note to me and said it was a
prescription, and she laughed about it, saying she only did it to prove
how easily a girl could write letters and get answers, but that she was
not going to follow it up, and she knew I would not betray her. It was
the very week before school closed, and though it wasn't just right I
let it pass. She still corresponds with him, but now her mother must
know it. It doesn't seem real fun to me to break rules that way. I
sometimes wonder what would have happened if she had returned to
school!"

Helen smiled, thinking of her innocent letter to Mr. Warfield. And now
Mrs. Dayton quoted him so often she wondered if that was quite right.

But she did enjoy writing to Mrs. Van Dorn. Often there was only a few
lines from her, the rest finished by Miss Gag