nd down crashed the dictionary, tumbling
full on the head, not of Flossie Taylor, but (oh! horrible miscarriage
of justice!) of Miss Farrar herself. At exactly the wrong moment the
teacher had popped out of the next classroom, and, as Flossie had stood
politely aside to give her precedence, she had walked straight into the
trap destined for her pupil.

The dictionary was heavy, and in its fall its sharp corner caught Miss
Farrar on the cheek. She stopped, almost dazed by the sudden blow, and,
pressing her handkerchief to her face, drew it back marked with a red
stain. At the sight of the blood Honor uttered a shriek, and, rushing
from the room, fled down the passage, as if to escape from the horror
of what she had done. In almost a state of panic she ran across the
quadrangle, and, turning into the garden, sought refuge inside the
tool-shed. Here she was found some time afterwards by Janie, who had
been sent to look for her, and had vainly searched St. Chad's and every
other likely spot of which she could think.

Honor never did things by halves; if she wept, she wept, and at present
she was a perfect Niobe, almost drowned in tears. When she saw Janie
she gave her streaming eyes a hasty mop with a very wet
pocket-handkerchief.

"Have I killed her?" she asked, in a tragic whisper.

"Of course not!" replied Janie. "It was only a small cut on the cheek.
It's all right now it has been bathed with cold water."

"I was afraid they'd bring it in murder," groaned Honor. "Oh, the ill
luck of it, that it should have been Miss Farrar! And the dictionary
came down with such a frightful bang! I can never look her in the face
again."

"You'll have to!" said Janie. "I was sent to fetch you back at once.
You needn't be afraid, Miss Farrar has taken it so nicely."

Poor Honor's apologies and the depths of her genuine remorse would have
melted the hardest of hearts, much more that of her teacher.

"We'll say no more about it," declared Miss Farrar. "All the same,
remember that I cannot allow such things to happen in the classroom.
You might have hurt Flossie very seriously. No, my scratch is nothing!
It will be healed directly. But if you are really sorry, Honor, you
must give me your most solemn promise that you will never play such a
dangerous practical joke again."

CHAPTER VII

St. Chad's Celebrates an Occasion

During her first few days at Chessington, Honor had considered the
College as little better than a pr