s, and Patricia had rushed from the
room, banging the door behind her.

* * * * *

There were weeks at Glenmore when everything went smoothly. Then there
would come a week when it certainly seemed as if every one were doing
her best to cause disturbance.

Usually the fault might easily be traced to the pupils, but there were
times when Miss Fenler seemed as contrary as the most perverse pupil. On
those days no one could please her.

Dorothy had little difficulty, but Vera, Elf, Betty, and Valerie were
forever vexing her, and Patricia was never able to win her full
approval. As for Arabella Correyville, Miss Fenler did not understand
her, and Betty Chase said that "The Fender" fixed her sharp eyes upon
Arabella, and appeared to be studying her as if she were a very small,
but very peculiar bug that she was unable to classify.

There was yet another pupil who puzzled her, and, for that matter,
puzzled the other pupils.

She was an old-fashioned little girl, who was letter-perfect in all her
studies, but never brilliant, more quiet than any other girl at
Glenmore, and so silent that one marveled that a little girl could be so
still. Always neatly, but very plainly dressed, she looked like a little
Puritan, and acted like one, as well.

And what a name the child possessed! Patience Little, and she lived up
to it.

"Do you think she'd jump if a fire-cracker went off behind her?"
questioned Valerie, one day.

"No, indeed, she would not," said Elf, who stood near. "I don't believe
she would so much as turn around to look at it. She's spunkless."

But they were mistaken.

Among themselves they spoke of her as "Little Patience."

Once Betty Chase told her that she knew a girl whose name was
"Patience," who was always called "Patty."

"My family does not like nicknames," was the reply in a low voice, as
she turned away.

The day after the sleigh-ride, Lina Danford, one of the youngest pupils,
came rushing down the stairway in great excitement.

"My amber necklace has been stolen! Girls! Do you hear? My amber beads
are gone! Some one has been in my room and stolen them! Somebody ought
to catch the burglar!"

Dorothy, standing near, put an arm around her, and tried to comfort her.

"Don't say it is gone, Lina, dear! It may be just mislaid. If you like,
Nancy and I will go up with you, and help you hunt," but Lina was not
easily to be comforted.

She insisted that the beads had