girl in Dalton, for no other likely, has had to make the heroic effort
to do right that you have been obliged to go through with. You know the
joy there is over one lost lamb when it is returned to the fold?"

Sarah leaned back, and looked up full into Dorothy's face.

"I knew you would know just what to say to me;" she whispered. "Dorothy
Dale you are--an--angel," and the big, brown eyes sent out such a look
of love, admiration and, at last--happiness.

"It all seemed worse to you, thinking of it here, alone, with no one to
say a word to you," continued Dorothy, consolingly. "And then of course,
your father was angry. That only showed how fond he is of you."

"Yes. It seems every thing helps one to do wrong. I really never accused
Tavia of doing it, only that time when we came in, and then I was so
sick and frightened, I had no idea, then, that father would take it all
in earnest. But he rushed right off, and when I heard Squire Sanders had
been at the school--oh, Dorothy how can I tell you how I felt!"

"But it is all over now," spoke Dorothy soothingly, "and I will take
care that every girl in school knows the greatest part of the trouble
came from a mistake."

"But I can never go back to that school again--"

"Why, of course you can. I have to make an explanation myself when I go
back. You know how hasty Alice is; well she got herself in trouble on my
account, and I feel I must say something about it. I was too sick then
to know just what to say. So, now that Tavia is back, she will have to