They loved her, and she loved them all.
And now the schooling was almost done for the day.

It was Beatrice's custom to make the children sing some simple song before they broke up.

She stood in front of them and gave the time while they sung, and a pretty sight it was to see her do it.

On this particular afternoon, just as the first verse was finished, the door of the room opened, and Owen Davies entered, bearing some books under his arm.

Beatrice glanced round and saw him, then, with a quick stamp of her foot, went on giving the time.
The children sung lustily, and in front of them stood Beatrice, dressed in simple white, her graceful form swaying as she marked the music's time.