"I love you, Jessie. You know it, don't you?"
"I do, Star. And if you could only guess how I love you!"
"You love us all. You are a sort of guardian angel in the school. Sometimes I think you are even nicer and more beloved than our dear Miss Peacock. How is she this morning?"
"She looks bad, but she is keeping up wonderfully. The relief of this change for the better in Christian is doing her more good than any medicine."
"Can I do anything to help, Jessie?"
"I was going to speak to you about that, Star. There will naturally be a sort of reaction in the school to-day. The girls suffered severely yesterday, and Miss Peacock is the last person in the world to forget that fact. She says that there will only be morning lessons, and even these are to be of a very light and easy character. In the afternoon you are all to go for drives. Miss Peacock has ordered wagonettes to be sent round for the purpose. Then she wishes you to go to bed early to-night. To-morrow, of course, the ordinary routine will prevail."
"That is just like Miss Peacock," replied Star.
Her face did not brighten as she thought of the programme. Again she laid her hand on Jessie's shoulder.
"What can I do to help?"
"We don't have monitresses in this school," said Jessie, "but if you would act as one in your own class and amongst the girls of the third division——"