CHAPTER III.
DISCIPLINE "Mrs.Denys, may I come in ?" Jeanie Lorimer's small, delicate face peeped round the door.

"I've brought my French exercise to do," she said half-apologetically.

"I thought perhaps you wouldn't mind." "Of course come in, dear child! I like to have you." The mother's help paused in her rapid stitching to look up with a smile at the pretty, brown-haired child.

"Come close to the light!" she said.

"I hope it isn't a very long one; is it ?" "It is--rather," Jeanie sighed a sharp, involuntary sigh.