Mrs. Harland went downstairs. A crowd of small girls were grouped together in the hall, varying in ages perhaps from six to fourteen.
The lady addressed herself to the largest.
"What is it you want?"
"We've come to school."
Mrs. Harland smiled.
"But this is a school for young gentlemen. No doubt you are looking for Miss Simpson's, Burlington House Academy. The flyman ought to have known."
"He said Mulberry House. He wrote it down."
The young lady held a piece of paper. She handed it to Mrs. Harland. On it were some words, inscribed in a handwriting which was becoming almost too familiar. At sight of it the lady felt an inward qualm.
"What is your name?"
"Clara Mary Dixon."