'Just like a charity school,' thought Dolores, when she was able to
glance at the time-table, and saw that two days in the week there was
Old Testament, two days New, one day Catechism, one day Prayer-book.
Only half an hour was thus appropriated, but to her mind it was an old-
fashioned waste of time, and very tiresome.

Then came a ring at the door-bell. 'Mr. Poulter,' she heard, and to
her amazement, she found that Gillian and Mysie, as well as their
brothers, had Latin lessons in the dining-room with the curate. The
two girls and Fergus only went to him every other day, Wilfred every
day, as Gillian was learning Greek and mathematics. What was Dolores
to do?

'Have you done any Latin, my dear?' asked her aunt.

'Not yet. Father wished to be quite convinced that the professor was a
good scholar,' said Dolores.

'Very well. We will wait a little,' said Aunt Lilias, and Dolores
indignantly thought that she was amused.

Mysie was sent off to her music in the drawing-room, whither her mother
followed with Primrose's little lessons, leaving the schoolroom piano
to Valetta, and Fergus to write copies and to do sums, while Miss
Vincent examined the new-comer, which she did by giving her some
questions to answer in writing, and some French and German to translate
and parse also in writing.

The music was inconvenient to a girl who had always prepared her work
alone. She could do the language work easily, but the questions teased