“I made a fuss, you see,” she said solemnly. “I cried and cried, till he agreed. It was Miss Gault who opposed it most. Oh, Wolf, it’s terrible how Miss Gault has made the child hate Christie. Christie has seen her several times. I managed that for her! But Miss Gault must have said something. I don’t know what. But the last time Olwen would hardly speak to her.”

Wolf frowned. “Of course, it’s possible, I suppose, that it’s some kind of instinct in the little girl⁠—” he began ponderingly.

“No! No!” cried Mattie. “It’s Miss Gault. I know it’s Miss Gault!”

“Christie told me she might be here this afternoon,” said Wolf, looking about him from group to group of the noisy young people around them.