Louise, infinitely relieved, was quite sure of her words.
"Very well. Shut the door after you—oh, Louise!"
Louise turned in the doorway.
"Yes, Miss Hartill."
"I may as well explain to you now. I am re-arranging the classes."
Louise questioned her mutely.
"You will be in the Upper Fourth next term."
Louise stood petrified. She had never thought of this.
"You are moving me down? I am third still."
"We think—Miss Marsham agrees with me—that the work in the Fifth is too much for you. It is not your fault."