, with her characteristic throaty little laugh, and
Dreda glared at her with flashing eyes. It was really extraordinary
that anyone so stupid as Maud should so often succeed in hitting upon
just the most aggravating thing to say under the circumstances. Three
Currant Buns on top indeed! Life would only be endurable if she herself
could seize the leading place, and hold it relentlessly to the end. She
would not condescend to reply, and Maud was hurriedly nudged, and poked,
and "shoved" into silence by Rowena, who was in an unusually sympathetic
mood, realising how she herself would have felt had fate cast her own
scholastic lot with that of the Misses Webster.

"Never mind her," she whispered, consolingly, as she followed Dreda
upstairs to put on hat and jacket before her departure. "It's not worth
while troubling yourself about Maud's remarks. It's impossible to think
that any of those girls will get the better of _you_! It's hateful, of
course; but perhaps it may not be quite so hateful as we think--"

"Oh, I don't mind. I'm resigned! One can only be as miserable as one
can. Perhaps I'll have an accident some day, riding over those rough
roads, and then it will all be finished. I don't mind how soon my life
is over!" declared Dreda, harpooning her hat viciously with a pin of
murderous length, ornamented at the head by a life-size imitation of a
tomato. "But while I _do_ live, I tell you one thing, Rowena, I'll--
I'll _hold my own_!"

"I'm sure of that," assented Rowena, with conviction. "Look here,
Dreda, would you like me to drive over with you as well as mother? I
could, you know; and it might break the ice!"

"No, no! Father wanted to come, but I begged not. Everything is
arranged, and I don't want people looking on. It will be a _hidjus_
ordeal!"

"Oh, my dear, come! Don't exaggerate. It's not so tragic as all that."

"Isn't it, then? Don't be so grown-up and horrid! How would _you_ like
it yourself, if anyone made the best of your having to teach Maud?"

That one trenchant question was sufficient to reduce Rowena to the
depths of silent despair, and the two sisters descended the staircase
with aspects equally lugubrious and mournful.

It was not a cheerful send-off, despite all the efforts of the family,
who stood shivering in the porch to wave farewells, and call out
encouraging prognostications so long as the motor remained in sight.
Dreda drew a big sigh of relief as they turned out