she reach the
heights he had indicated?

Marguerite did shrink from the ordeal of Saturday evening. She had kept
rigorously to the position of Mrs. Boyd's daughter but how would she
meet these girls who had held aloof in her poverty and proffered
cordiality now, because she was Major Crawford's daughter! She could not
get over a little hurt feeling, for surely she was the same person. She
almost despised the money and the position. But there was the grand and
tender love. Ah, that was worth a great deal.

By Saturday noon all the girls had come in. There were merry greetings,
recapitulations of the holiday times and the gifts they had received and
some of them heard for the first time the change in Lilian Boyd's life.

"I always liked her," said Isabel Gordon, "only you couldn't get on with
her. She allowed you to come so far and no farther. And she was a most
excellent student and very ready to help anyone. I don't think you girls
need ever felt afraid of her presuming and now I suppose you will all go
down to her."

Miss Gordon's voice had a touch of indignation.

"I shall pay her the respect due her standing, of course," said another,
"I was always polite to her in the classes.

"And, Louie Howe, you know you persuaded that Nevins' girl to write that
hateful letter to her, when she had been so good and taken so much
pains with her."

"I didn't _persuade_," rejoined Louie, angrily.

"You said you were sure Mrs. Nevins wouldn't approve of the
friendship--yes I think you _did_ suggest the letter and Miss Nevins
slipped back woefully. How many of us would have taken her into grace
again? And I know Mrs. Barrington held Miss Boyd in high esteem."

"She thought she would make a fine teacher; so, of course, she pushed
her along."

"Oh, Louie!" in deprecating tones.

"Well, you may all go down to her. I shan't object. She can't hold a
candle to Zaidee."

"Oh, Zay is a darling!"

"I wonder how she takes it. She has always been a little Queen and her
aunt thinks the sun rises and sets in her and sweeps the very stars out
of sight; and Zay isn't a bit puffed up or arrogant, but she does want
people to love and admire her. And now that her mother has recovered
sufficiently to go into society again I am afraid Zay won't like to
share her."

"Miss Marguerite isn't handsome and Zay is a beauty, and the least vain
of any pretty girl that I ever met."

"It's funny for twins not to look more alike, but there's some