be silent. I was rude to do so."

"A fault atoned for is a lesson learned," commented the teacher, as
Alice took her seat.

It seemed to the girls the entire session would be given up to apologies
and "love feasts," but when Tavia arose there was a decided murmur
through the room.

"Fluffy!" whispered the girl in the very last seat referring to Tavia's
fancy dress.

"Full bloom!" said another, meaning that the pink and white dress put
the "Tiger Lily," as they called Tavia, in full bloom.

But these remarks had no effect on Tavia.

"I believe," she began bravely, "that I was the real cause of the
trouble. I did swing Sarah too high, I was angry about Memorial Day, and
blamed her for taking Dorothy's place. I am very sorry."

At that moment a man appeared at the door. It was Squire Sanders!

In he tramped, his cane beating a formidable march in advance of his
steps, and his green-black hat kept on his head making a poor show of
his manners in a girls' schoolroom.

"I just come in to settle up that little matter of the Ford girl," he
drawled. "I see you've got that wild harum-scarum Travers' girl back
again."