Cwm Dinas was inky purple to-day, but Penllwyd was capped with snow.

Miss Bowes, who was not a good walker, had not ventured to join the expedition, but Miss Teddington strode along at the head of the party, chatting to some of the Sixth Form.
"I'm sure she's wishing she were giving a Latin lesson instead," said Lizzie Lonsdale.

"She looks rather grim." "Perhaps she's remembering she's a year older to-day," returned Beth Broadway.
"How old is she, do you think ?" giggled Addie Knighton.
"That, my child, is a secret that will never be divulged.

I dare say you'd like to know ?" "I should, immensely." "Then you won't be gratified, unless you go to Somerset House and hunt her name up in the register of births.

Even then you'd find it difficult, for you don't know her Christian name, only her initial." "Yes; she never will write more than 'M.