o: "United in
effort"; then, at a sign, they moved again, and the greeting, "Welcome
to Chessington" appeared instead. Naturally, this caused much applause,
and many congratulations were offered to Miss Cavendish on the
excellent discipline prevailing throughout.

The flag signalling was confined to a picked band, so the greater
portion of the girls now joined the spectators, only those who had
entered for the various competitions remaining in a separate corner of
the field.

"I'm glad we have five Chaddites at flag work," said Chatty Burns;
"it's a larger proportion than any other house. But there our triumphs
are likely to end."

"We won't give up too soon," said Lettice. "There's an old proverb:
'You're never killed till you're dead'. We might manage to score, after
all."

In spite of Lettice's sanguine anticipations, St. Chad's did not appear
likely to win any triumphs on this occasion. The long jump, as everyone
had expected, fell easily to Mona Richards, who thoroughly justified
her nickname of "Kangaroo", and caused the Hilaryites to hold up their
heads with the proud consciousness of victory. The high jump seemed at
first of more doubtful issue; both Dorothy Saunders, of St. Bride's,
and Rachel Foard, of St. Aldwyth's, ran Lois Atkinson very close, and
the School House had almost made up its mind to a beating when the luck
suddenly turned, leaving Lois mistress of the event.

The next item was the "Atalanta Race", so called because each
competitor was obliged to pick up three apples during its course, and
present them duly at the winning post--not an easy feat to accomplish,
as it was possible to drop the first and second in the hurry of
snatching at the third.

"There are eleven in for it," announced Lettice, as the candidates
began to take their places at the starting-point. "Five scarlet
ribbons, two pinks, three violets, and one blue. Not a single Chaddite,
alas! Yes, I believe there actually is! Look, there's an orange hat
walking up, to make a twelfth!"

"Who can it be?" asked several of the girls, straining their eyes to
catch a glimpse of the last comer, who was rather hidden behind the
others.

"She's about Pauline's height," said Lettice. "No; Pauline is over
there, with Madge and Dorothy. It's not tall enough for Effie Lawson,
nor fat enough for Claudia Hammond-Smith. Can it possibly be Adeline?
Why, girls, by all that's wonderful and marvellous, it's Janie
Henderson!"

Janie's appearanc