e it isn't a lecture the Bishop passed on to her to
deliver," said Florita as Dorothy rose to obey.

But whatever fear Dolly felt of any such matter was banished by her
first glance into her teacher's face. Miss Muriel had never looked
kinder nor better pleased than then, as, holding up a pair of
beautiful white blankets she said:

"How will these do for the toboggan suit the Bishop wished me to get
for you?"

"Oh! Miss Muriel! Are those for me and so soon? Why, it's only an hour
ago, or not much more, since he spoke of it, and how could anybody go
to town and back in that little while, in such a storm?"

"That wasn't necessary. These were in the house. Do you like them?"

"Like them! They're the softest, thickest, prettiest things! I never
saw any so fine, even at Aunt Betty's Bellevieu. Do you think I ought
to have them? Wouldn't cheaper ones answer for messing around in the
snow?"

"The question of expense is all right, dear, and we're fortunate to
have the material on hand. Mrs. Archibald will be here, directly, to
take your measurements. Ah! here she is now."

This was something delightfully different from any "lecture," and even
Miss Muriel talked more and in higher spirits than usual; till Dorothy
asked:

"Do you love tobogganing, too, Miss Tross-Kingdon?"

"No, my dear, I'm afraid of it. My heart is rather weak and the swift
motion is bad for it. But I love to see others happy and some things
have happened, to-day, which have greatly pleased me. But you must
talk sliding with Mrs. Archibald. Dignified as she is, she'll show you
what a true Canadian can do, give her a bit of ice and a hill."

The matron laughed and nodded.

"May the day be long before I tire of my nation's sport! I'm even
worse than Michael, who's almost daft on the subject."

Then she grew busy with her measurings and clippings, declaring: "It
just makes me feel bad to put scissors into such splendid blankets as
these. You'll be as proud as Punch, when I dress you out in the
handsomest costume ever shot down Oak Knowe slide!"

"Oh! I wish Aunt Betty could see it, too. She does so love nice
things!"

When Mrs. Archibald and her willing helpers had completed her task and
Dolly was arrayed in her snow-suit she made, indeed, "the picture"
which Dawkins called her.

For the weather proved what the Bishop had foretold. The snow fell
deep and heavy, "just right for packing," Michael said, on the great
wooden slide whose further end