“Oh, come now, Kitty dear, don’t talk like that; call up your courage, and make the best of things.  It is only for a time, only for a little time,” said wily Miss Hammond; “but however short it is, it is always better to try and make it a pleasant time to look back upon.  Think of that, Kitty; always when you are hesitating and feel tempted to be disagreeable, or to make things disagreeable, think of the future, and what the present will be like to look back upon.”

Kitty was impressed.  She looked up with a brighter, more interested face.

“Have you a mother and father?”

“Mother is dead,” said Kitty softly.

“Poor child,” said Miss Hammond, laying her cool fingers against Kitty’s hot cheek.  “For your father’s sake then, dear, try to be as brave and cheerful as you can.  It is sad enough for him, I am sore, to have this parting, but to know that you are grieving and unhappy will double his sadness.  Besides which,” she went on thoughtfully, “you know he is paying a good deal of money for your education here, and for his sake you should try to get all the good you can from what he is doing for you.  Doesn’t the thought of working hard for his sake comfort you?”

“Oh yes,” sighed Kitty eagerly, clutching at any kind of comfort, at anything she could do for those she loved.  “Oh yes, it will.  I—­I hadn’t thought of that; but I feel now as if I must work and work—­” then she broke off, embarrassed, and actually laughed at herself.

“There, I knew you had plenty of spirit,” cried Miss Hammond delightedly.  “Now I am going to unpack some of my boxes, and then they are going to bring me some tea to my room.  Will you come and join me, dear?  I am sure you can manage another tea.”

“Oh yes, thank you,” smiled Kitty, “I am sure I can.  I would love to come.”

Left alone, Kitty began at once to unpack and arrange her belongings.  She felt a little choky as she took out and looked at the photographs and the various little parting gifts that had been given her, particularly when she came across a piece of spar that Tony, without saying a word to any one, must have wrapped up and tucked in amongst her things as a pleasant surprise for her.  It was a very pretty bit that he had himself found, and was immensely proud of.  Kitty’s eyes filled as she held the little cold stone and kissed it.  Then she hung up a calendar that Betty had given her, one of her own manufacture.  “I shall soon be able to mark off one day,” she thought with some relief.

Her room grew to look so different and so nice that she became quite interested, and rather a long time had elapsed before she tidied herself and went out in search of Miss Hammond’s room.  It was not difficult to find, for it was on the same landing as her own, and had Miss Hammond’s name painted on the door.

“Come in,” said a voice in answer to her knock.  “Come in.  I was just about to begin without you.  Sit down here, dear, in this low chair by the table.  We will have a ‘plate tea’ and a drawing-room tea combined;” and Kitty dropped gladly into a pretty low chair beside the tea-table, which was drawn up to the fire, and Miss Hammond drew up her chair to the other side.