CHAPTER XXV

TESTS SATURDAY “Miss Miles! Miss Miles!” Miss Miles, the junior mathematics mistress at St. Ronan’s, swung round in the corridor down which she had been racing towards the staff-room. “Oh—you!” she said, as she waited for Miss Carthew, who had called her so urgently. “What is it? Do hurry up, because I’ve got fifty things to do before prayers, and about ten minutes to do them in!” Miss Carthew laughed. “Poor old thing! And I’m afraid I shall have to grab that ten minutes! I want the paper for the tests, please. You…