sion with Helen Roper sooner or later. I shall
give her a hint that she'd better look out."

Gipsy was getting along famously in the Upper Fourth. Though some of the
work was rather different from what she had been accustomed to in her
former schools, she was a bright girl, and managed to fill up her
deficiencies with tolerable ease. In one or two subjects she was
actually ahead of her Form, and in all practical matters she had a mine
of past experience to draw upon. She approved of her Form mistress, Miss
White, adored the Swedish drill mistress, tolerated the German
governess, and detested the French master. For Miss Edith she was
disposed to reserve a very warm place in her heart, but she frankly
disliked Miss Poppleton.

"There are headmistresses and headmistresses," she said. "Of course one
expects them to stand on a pillar above the common herd, but some of
them condescend to peep down below. Now Poppie doesn't. I'd as soon
think of going to the man in the moon, and telling him I felt homesick
or headachy or worried about anything, as I should to her. Much she'd
care! She'd tell me not to report myself till I was sent for! Now at
Dorcas City Miss Judkins was just a dear! We all went and told her our
woes, and she comforted us up like a mother. We might go errands, too,
if we asked leave first, and we made Fudge on the play-room stove about
three times a week."

"You're always talking about Fudge!" giggled the boarders in whom these
confidences were reposed.

"So'd you be if you'd once tasted it, I guess. It was real mean of
Poppie not to let me buy that pan. We used to have good times candy
making when I was out West," said Gipsy, relapsing into Americanisms at
the remembrance of past delights in the States.

"Wish you could make some here, Yankee Doodle! I haven't had even a
chocolate drop for three days," declared Lennie Chapman.

"Poppie never said I mightn't borrow a pan," returned Gipsy
reflectively. "It would be a pity for you not to see Fudge made. I call
it neglect of your education. I believe it's my solemn duty to try and
teach you," and her eyes twinkled.

"A duty's a duty," urged Lennie with a disinterested air.

"It's a cruel rule that we may only buy sweets once a week," remarked
Dilys Fenton.

"More honoured in the breach than in the observance," added Hetty
Hancock.

"I'm not going to break any rules," said Gipsy. "There's no law against
borrowing, at least none that I've heard of. It'