bedtime！　no　delay　could　be　admitted；　Miss　Temple　embraced　us　both；　saying；　as　she　drew　us　to　her　heart—

“God　bless　you；　my　children！”

Helen　she　held　a　little　longer　than　me：　she　let　her　go　more　reluctantly；　it　was　Helen　her　eye　followed　to　the　door；　it　was　for　her　she　a　second　time　breathed　a　sad　sigh；　for　her　she　wiped　a　tear　from　her　cheek。

On　reaching　the　bedroom；　we　heard　the　voice　of　Miss　Scatcherd：　she　was　examining　drawers；　she　had　just　pulled　out　Helen　Burns’s；　and　when　we　entered　Helen　was　greeted　with　a　sharp　reprimand；　and　told　that　to…morrow　she　should　have　half…a…dozen　of　untidily　folded　articles　pinned　to　her　shoulder。

“My　things　were　indeed　in　shameful　disorder；”　murmured　Helen　to　me；　in　a　low　voice：　“I　intended　to　have　arranged　them；　but　I　forgot。”

Next　morning；　Miss　Scatcherd　wrote　in　conspicuous　characters　on　a　piece　of　pasteboard　the　word　“Slattern；”　and　bound　it　like　a　phylactery　round　Helen’s　large；　mild；　intelligent；　and　benign…　looking　forehead。　She　wore　it　till　evening；　patient；　unresentful；　regarding　it　as　a　deserved　punishment。　The　moment　Miss　Scatcherd　withdrew　after　afternoon　school；　I　ran　to　Helen；　tore　it　off；　and　thrust　it　into　the　fire：　the　fury　of　which　she　was　incapable　had　been　burning　in　my　soul　all　day；　and　tears；　hot　and　large；　had　continually　been　scalding　my　cheek；　for　the　spectacle　of　her　sad　resignation　gave　me　an　intolerable　pain　at　the　heart。

About　a　week　subsequently　to　the　incidents　above