you?"

"Certainly! But what has alarmed you so?"

Jane now entered the room; and Miss Russel, who had been leaning through
the window, hastily turned to Miss Vincent, and exclaimed, "I do
believe, Caroline, there is a coronet upon the carriage! but I cannot
make out either the strawberry leaves or the balls." Jane mildly
reproved her for leaning through the window, contrary to the rules of
the school.

The moment she had quitted the room Miss Russel exclaimed, "These
teachers give themselves strange airs!"

"You should speak with more respect of Mrs. Adair's daughter, I think,"
said Miss Damer; "excepting in fortune, Miss Jane Adair is superior to
any person here."

"But you will allow that she is a teacher, I hope."

"And does it lessen her merit? If any particular class of females are
worthy of respect, surely ladies who instruct young people are entitled
to it; they are the guardians of morals and of manners. But in every
school there are one or two ungrateful ones."

"Hear the oracle!" cried Miss Vincent. "Another Daniel come to
judgment!"

"Rude manners and loud words do not intimidate me," said Miss Damer,
with modest firmness. "I again repeat, that a person who can instruct us
in any one branch of education is entitled to--"

"What?" asked Miss Vincent imperiously.

"Deference. More I cannot urge, to a young lady who has been at Madame
La Blond's. But I must not say more: for I should not deserve this,"
extending her medal towards Miss Vincent, "were I to be the promoter of
quarrels."

Miss Vincent hastily caught the medal, broke the ribbon, and threw them
across the room, exclaiming, "it is these baubles that make you so
insolent!"

The young ladies with one accord flew to the medal. Miss Arden however,
was the fortunate person. On securing it, and returning it to her
companion, she said, "accept this symbol of peace from my hand, my dear
friend. As for Miss Vincent, I just view her as the passengers in the
mail coach viewed the fly, for she makes herself equally ridiculous."

"It is a pity that Miss Vincent is the daughter of so brave a man!"
cried Miss Cotton. "Who would suppose that one of our greatest heroes
was her father!"

"Father! how vulgar!" returned Miss Russel. "Pray who is your papa, Miss
Cotton, that you presume to give yourself these airs, and speak in this
manner?"

"My papa, Miss Russel, is a plain country gentleman, and I may say with
truth that he reigns in the hearts of h