be seen practicing.  He was a cousin of Elsie Mainwaring, a Fifth Form girl.  Elsie recorded his doings with immense pride, and provided up-to-date information of his whereabouts.  He was a very daring young fellow, and was reported to have looped the loop.  Winona had never witnessed the performance of this feat, so she looked out eagerly each day, hoping she might have the luck to see him do it.  When the biplane came swooping over the park, she would wave her handkerchief to it from the balcony by way of encouragement.  She was immensely patriotic, and she considered that our airmen deserved praise almost beyond any other branch of our forces.  She often wished Percy were in the Flying Squadron.  She cut out all the pictures of aeroplanes from the Seaton Graphic, and pinned them up in her cubicle.  There was a portrait of Lieutenant Mainwaring among the number, and this she placed on her dressing-table, side by side with Percy’s photograph.  According to Elsie it was a very bad likeness, but as Winona had not seen the original, except at a distance, she had no means of judging.  Curiosity led her to borrow a pair of field-glasses from Garnet.  She was standing one morning on the balcony when the aeroplane came in sight, and hovered quite low down over the park, exactly opposite the hostel windows.  Through her glasses Winona could plainly see the occupant.  The impulse to smile and wave was irresistible.  To her immense surprise the signal was returned.  In frantic excitement she waved again, and shouted “Hooray!”

“What are you doing, Winona Woodward?” snapped a voice behind her, and turning guiltily, she found herself face to face with Miss Kelly.

“I—­I was only looking at the aeroplane,” stammered Winona.

“Come in at once!  You know perfectly well that this sort of thing is not allowed.  I am very much surprised and disgusted.  If I find you signaling to gentlemen again from this balcony, I shall change your dormitory.  Whose field-glasses are those?”

“Garnet Emerson’s,” said Winona sulkily.

“Then you must give them back to Garnet this morning.  Remember, that such unladylike conduct must never happen again at the hostel.”

Winona considered herself very much aggrieved.  She had waved on the spur of the moment, and to have her innocent and impulsive act construed into “signaling to gentlemen,” and reproved as “unladylike conduct,” was highly aggravating.  Miss Kelly was a disciplinarian, and of a very suspicious temperament.  Her idea of duty was the French one of “surveillance.”  She never trusted the girls, or put them upon their honor; her mode of procedure was to keep an eye upon them, and to pop in suddenly and surprise them.  They resented this attitude extremely.

“Miss Kelly always gives us credit for going to do the very worst!” grumbled Betty Carlisle.

“She puts ideas into our heads!” declared Doris Hooper indignantly.