“Go down and ask mamma to send me one of my school pinas, for Miss Brangwen — shall you?”

The boy muttered a sheepish “Yes, miss,” and was moving away.

“Hey,” called Miss Harby. “Come here — now what are you going for? What shall you say to mamma?”

“A school pina — — ” muttered the boy.

“'Please, Mrs. Harby, Miss Harby says will you send her another school pinafore for Miss Brangwen, because she's come without one.

'“

“Yes, miss,” muttered the boy, head ducked, and was moving off. Miss Harby caught him back, holding him by the shoulder.