scarlet face, rushed past them into the school-house. Miss Anne looked
at Male's amazed face and she did not smile. Bob turned respectfully
away, ignoring it all, and the little Professor, whose life-purpose was
psychology, murmured in his ignorance:

"Very remarkable--very remarkable!"

Through that afternoon June kept her hot face close to her books. Bob
never so much as glanced her way--little gentleman that he was--but
the one time she lifted her eyes, she met the mountain lad's bent in
a stupor-like gaze upon her. In spite of her apparent studiousness,
however, she missed her lesson and, automatically, the little Professor
told her to stay in after school and recite to Miss Saunders. And so
June and Miss Anne sat in the school-room alone--the teacher reading a
book, and the pupil--her tears unshed--with her sullen face bent over
her lesson. In a few moments the door opened and the little Professor
thrust in his head. The girl had looked so hurt and tired when he spoke
to her that some strange sympathy moved him, mystified though he was, to
say gently now and with a smile that was rare with him:

"You might excuse June, I think, Miss Saunders, and let her recite some
time to-morrow," and gently he closed the door. Miss Anne rose:

"Very well, June," she said quietly.

June rose, too, gathering up her books, and as she passed the teacher's
platform she stopped and looked her full in the face. She said not
a word, and the tragedy between the woman and the girl was played in
silence, for the woman knew from the searching gaze of the girl and the
black defiance in her eyes, as she stalked out of the room, that her own
flush had betrayed her secret as plainly as the girl's words had told
hers.

Through his office window, a few minutes later, Hale saw June pass
swiftly into the house. In a few minutes she came swiftly out again
and went back swiftly toward the school-house. He was so worried by the
tense look in her face that he could work no more, and in a few minutes
he threw his papers down and followed her. When he turned the corner,
Bob was coming down the street with his cap on the back of his head and
swinging his books by a strap, and the boy looked a little conscious
when he saw Hale coming.

"Have you seen June?" Hale asked.

"No, sir," said Bob, immensely relieved.

"Did she come up this way?"

"I don't know, but--" Bob turned and pointed to the green dome of a big
beech.

"I think you'll find h