Her father has a huge farm of I can't tell you how many miles, and she has two horses of her own, and fords rivers when she's out riding." "When's she to arrive ?" "Probably to-morrow.

She's travelling by the _King George_, and coming up straight from London to school directly she lands.

I hope she's got to England safely.

She must have left home ever such a long time ago.
How fearfully exciting for her to----" But here Ulyth's reflections were brought to an abrupt close, for the train was approaching Glanafon Ferry, and her comrades, busily collecting their various handbags, would lend no further ear to her remarks.
The little wayside station, erstwhile the quietest and sleepiest on the line, was soon overflowing with girls and their belongings.

Miss Moseley flitted up and down the platform, marshalling her charges like a faithful collie, the one porter did his slow best, and after a few agitated returns to the compartments for forgotten articles, everything was successfully collected, and the train went steaming away down the valley in the direction of Craigwen.