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I try to, a little, said Hester, but it seems all very strange just now.

No doubt it does, and at first you will have to encounter many perplexities and to fight many battles. Never mind, if you have the right spirit within you, you will come out on the winning side. Now, tell me, have you made any acquaintances as yet among the girls?

Yes Cecil Temple has been kind to me.

Cecil is one of my dearest pupils; cultivate her friendship, Hester she is honourable, she is sympathising. I am not afraid to say that Cecil has a great heart.

There is another girl, continued Hester, who has spoken to me. I need not make her my friend, need I?

Who is she, dear?

Miss Forest I dont like her.

What! our school favourite. You will change your mind, I expect but that is the gong for prayers. You shall come with me to chapel, to-night, and I will introduce you to Mr Everard.

Chapter Six I Am Unhappy.

Here Hester knelt to-night. It is to be doubted whether in her confusion, and in the strange loneliness which even Mrs Willis had scarcely removed, she prayed much. It is certain she did not join in the evening hymn, which, with the aid of an organ and some sweet girl-voices, was beautifully and almost pathetically rendered. After evening prayers had come to an end, Mrs Willis took Hesters hand and led her up to the old, white-headed vicar.

This is my new pupil, Mr Everard, or rather I should say, our new pupil. Her education depends as much on you as on me.

The vicar held out his hands, and took Hesters within them, and then drew her forward to the light.

This little face does not seem quite strange to me, he said. Have I ever seen you before, my dear?

No, sir, replied Hester.

You have seen her mother, said Mrs Willis Do you remember

your favourite pupil, Helen Anstey, of long ago?

Ah! indeed indeed! I shall never forget Helen. And are you her child, little one?

But Hesters face had grown white. The solemn service in the chapel, joined to all the excitement and anxieties of the day, had strung up her sensitive nerves to a pitch higher than she could endure. Suddenly, as the vicar spoke to her, and Mrs Willis looked kindly down at her new pupil, the chapel seemed to reel round, the pupils one by one disappeared, and the tired girl only saved herself from fainting by a sudden burst of tears.

Oh, I am unhappy, she sobbed, without my mother! Please, please, dont talk to me about my mother.

She could scarcely take in the gentle words which her two friends said to her, and she hardly noticed when Mrs Willis did such a wonderful thing as to stoop down and kiss a second time the lips of a new pupil.

Finally she found herself consigned to Miss Danesburys care, who hurried her off to her room, and helped her to undress and tucked her into her little bed.

Now, love, you shall have some hot gruel. No, not a word. You ate little or no tea, to-night I watched you from my distant table. Half your loneliness is caused by want of food I know it, my love; I am a very practical person. Now, eat your gruel, and then shut your eyes and go to sleep.

You are very kind to me, said Hester, and so is Mrs Willis, and so is Mr Everard, and I like Cecil Temple but, oh. I wish Annie Forest was not in the school!

Hush, my dear, I implore of you. You pain me by these words. I am quite confident that Annie will be your best friend yet.

Hesters lips said nothing, but her eyes answered Never as plainly as eyes could speak.

Chapter Seven A Day At School

There was nothing of apparent liberty about the Lavender House arrangements in the early morning hours. In the first, place, it seemed quite the middle of the night when Hester was awakened by a loud gong, which clanged through the house and caused her to sit up in bed in a considerable state of fright and perplexity. A moment or two later a neatly-dressed maid-servant came into the room with a can of hot water; she lit a pair of candles on the mantelpiece, and, with the remark that the second gong would sound in half an hour, and that all the young ladies would be expected to assemble in the chapel at seven oclock precisely, she left the room.

Hester pulled her pretty little gold watch from under her pillow, and saw with a sigh that it was now half-past six.

What odious hours they keep in this horrid place! she said to herself. Well, well, I always did know that school would be unendurable.

She waited for five minutes before she got up, and then she dressed herself languidly, and, if the truth must be told, in a very untidy fashion. She managed to be dressed by the time the second gong sounded, but she had only one moment to give to her private prayers. She reflected, however, that this did not greatly matter as she was going down to prayers immediately in the chapel.

The service in the chapel the night before had impressed her more deeply than she cared to own, and she followed her companions downstairs with a certain feeling of pleasure at the thought of again seeing Mr Everard and Mrs Willis. She wondered if they would take much notice of her this morning, and she thought it just possible that Mr Everard, who had looked at her so compassionately the night before, might be induced, for the sake of his old friendship with her mother, to take her home with him to spend the day. She thought she would rather like to spend a day with Mr Everard, and she fancied he was the sort of person who would influence her and help her to be good. Hester fancied that if some very interesting and quite out of the common person took her in hand, she might be formed into something extremely noble noble enough even to forgive Annie Forest.