Fairy Godmothers, Limited Irene Beverley, when she first left the shores of her native land, was a particularly light-hearted, jolly little Britisher, not at all bookish, and not accustomed to worry her head over any of the deep affairs of life, but ready to have a royal time with anybody of similar tastes and inclinations.

In her first letter home she summed up the results of a week's experience.
"THE VILLA CAMELLIA.
"MUMMIE DARLING, "This is to tell you I am still alive! I'm a little surprised, because I thought math would kill me.
Miss Bickford is most _horribly_ conscientious and insists upon finding out whether I really understand or not, and it is generally 'not.' I suppose I was born with a thick head for figures, anyway, she seems amazed at my ignorance.

I lay the blame on St.Osmund's.

Is that mean of me?
It's my only way of paying out Miss Gordon for past scores.
"I don't mind admitting I have warm times in school over some of the classes, but the rest of the life is lovely.

Miss Bickford is often a big thorn, but Peachy is a rose.