thought that Mrs. Marvin might send her home.

It was the fifth time during the month that she had been reprimanded,
and even gentle Mrs. Marvin _might_ reach the limit of her patience.

Her father, she knew, would speak reprovingly, and then laugh at her.
Her mother, always weak-willed, would say: "Vera, dear, I wonder if you
were really naughty, or if it was that they didn't _quite_ understand
you."

Oh, there was nothing to fear about being sent home, but the fact that
thus she would lose a deal of fun that she could so enjoy with a lot of
lively girls of her own age.

She resolved to appear as off-hand as usual, unless Mrs. Marvin should
say that she must not remain at Glenmore, when she would throw pride to
the winds, and plead, yes, even beg to continue as a pupil of the
school. She turned and looked at Elf, still soundly sleeping.

"O dear! I'm the only girl in school who has anything to fret over," she
whispered.

It happened, however, that at the far end of the building, another girl
was quite as worried as Vera, but it was a very different matter that
had caused her to wake, as Vera had, before daybreak.

She had entered Glenmore a few weeks after school had opened, and was
rather a quiet girl, as yet acquainted with but few of the pupils.

Some one circulated the story that she was being educated by an uncle