CHAPTER VIII.
GROVES OF ACADEME After that keen disappointment about the baby's forgetting her, although she excused it to herself, arguing that at twenty months one cannot be expected to have a long memory, Mary was more reconciled to the changed conditions of her life.
"I hope we are going to be together for a good many years," Lady Anne said, "and presently you must be able to play and sing to me, to read to me and take an interest in the things in which I am interested.

You are to go to school, Mary." So Mary went to school, first to the Queen's Preparatory School, then to the Queen's College.

Her years there were very happy ones, especially those years at the College, after she had found her feet and made friends, and gained confidence in herself and the world.
"She sucks up knowledge as a sponge sucks up water," was the report of the Principal, Miss Merton, to the delighted Lady Anne.

"I hope Lady Anne, that you will permit her to go in for her B.A.I should not be surprised, indeed, if she captured a fellowship." "No fellowships," Lady Anne said, firmly.

"What would she do with a fellowship?
I propose, as soon as she has done with you, to take her abroad.