k at her
again. "She is jealous," she said to herself. "She was to have taught
this class this morning, and by some blundering she was left out, and
she is disgusted. She will say that such teaching as this amounts to
nothing; she could have done it five times as well; or, if she doesn't
_say_ that last, she will think it and act it. I have no doubt these
rival teachers cordially hate each other, like politicians."

Nevertheless that fresh young face, with its glow of feeling, fascinated
her. She kept looking at her; she gave no more attention to the lesson.
What was it, after all, but an old story that had nothing to do with
her; the fact that it was taken from the Bible was proof enough of that.
But she watched Miss Rider. The session closed and that lady pressed
forward to assist in giving out papers. The crowd pushed the willing
Eurie nearer to her, so near that she could catch the sentence that she
was eagerly saying to the lady near her.

"Isn't Mrs. Clark delightful? It was such a beautiful lesson this
morning. I think it is such a treat and such a privilege to be allowed
to listen to her. Yes, darling," this last to another little one
claiming a word, "of course Jesus can hear you now, just as well as
though He stood here. He often says to people, 'Wilt thou be made
whole?' He has said so to you this morning."

Eurie turned away quickly. She had had her lesson. It wasn't from the
Bible, nor yet did she find it in those hundred little faces so eager
to know the story in all its details. It was just in that young face not
so old as hers, so bright, so strong, so thoroughly alert, and so
thoroughly enlisted in this matter. The vivid contrast between that life
and hers struck Eurie with the force of a new revelation.

She went to the general service under the trees; she heard a sermon from
Dr. Pierce, so full of power and eloquence that to many who heard it
there came new resolves, new purposes, new plans. I beg her pardon, she
did not listen; she simply occupied a seat and looked as though she was
a listener.

But the truth was, she had not learned yet to listen to sermons. The
very fact that it was a sermon made it clear to her mind that there was
to be nothing in it for her; this had been her education. In reality,
during that hour of worship she was engaged in watching the changeful
play of expression on Miss Rider's face, as her eyes brightened and
glowed with enthusiasm or trembled with tears, according a