Winona Woodward.
Dorrie Pollack.
Estelle Harrison."

Winona heaved an immense sigh of mingled amazement and relief. She had
passed! Actually passed! She--Winona Woodward, whose form record had
never soared above the most modest average. It was an unprecedented and
altogether delightful finale to her school career. For the moment she
could hardly believe that it was true. But Miss Bishop had not finished
her speech; she held up her hand to stop the burst of clapping, and
continued:

"As you are aware, the Governors of the School offered a three years'
scholarship, tenable at Dunningham University, to whichever of the
candidates should head the list, being not lower than second class.
Garnet Emerson, who has secured a First Class, is therefore, at the
desire of the Governors, awarded the scholarship. Now if you like to
clap for her, you may do so!"

That Garnet, her dear Garnet, should have won the coveted scholarship,
put the coping-stone on Winona's glee. She squeezed her friend's hand
afterwards in an ecstasy of congratulation. Garnet said little, so
little that her enthusiastic chum was almost disappointed. Winona,
judging by her own feelings, expected her to be at delirium point.
Beatrice Howell and Olave Parry, the two candidates who had failed,
were receiving condolences with chastened resignation, the rest were in
various stages of jubilee.

That evening, about six o'clock, a small packet was left at Abbey Close,
directed to Miss Winona Woodward. She opened it eagerly. It held a small
jewelers' box containing a beautiful little ring, and was accompanied by
a letter from Garnet.

"DEAR WIN" (so the letter ran),--"You must have thought
me slack this morning when you were congratulating me, but the
fact was I was utterly overwhelmed. I'd hoped and hoped to win
the scholarship, and then put the idea away, and when I knew my
good fortune I just felt stunned. It's all owing to you, for if
you hadn't helped me I could never, never even have passed. I
don't know how to thank you. Words are quite inadequate. But
will you believe that I shall never forget your kindness all the
rest of my life, and will you accept this little ring and wear
it for my sake? It is a garnet, and belonged to my grandmother,
after whom I was named. I value it greatly, but I