wonderful yellow dogs, with green tails and blue
eyes, her delight became so great that she looked around to Ruth to help
her enjoy it, and said:

"You see if I don't invest in a ton of colored crayons the very first
thing I do when I get home; it is just capital! So strange I never
thought of it before."

"You did not think of it now," Ruth said, in her quiet cooling way.
"Give the speaker credit for his own ideas, please. Half the world have
to do the thinking for the other half always."

"That is the reason so much is left undone, then," retorted Eurie, with
unfailing good humor, and turned back to the speaker in time to hear his
description of the superintendent that was so long in finding the place
to sing that the boys before him went around the world while he was
giving the number.

"Slow people," said she, going down the hill afterward. "I never could
endure them, and I shall have less patience with them in future than
ever. Wasn't he splendid? Ruth, you liked the part about Dickens, of
course."

"A valuable help the lecture will be to your after-life if all you have
got is an added feeling of impatience toward slow people. Unfortunately
for you they are in the world, and will be very likely to stay in it,
and a very good sort of people they are, too."

It was Marion who said this, and her tone was dry and unsympathetic.

Eurie turned to her curiously.

"You didn't like him," she said, "did you? I am so surprised; I thought
you would think him splendid. On your favorite hobby, too. I said to
myself this will be just in Marion's line. She has so much to say about
teaching children by rote in a dull and uninteresting way. You couldn't
forgive him for reciting that horrid old hymn in such a funny way.
Flossy, do you suppose you can ever hear that hymn read again without
laughing? What was the matter, Marion? Who imagined you had any
sentimental drawings toward Watts' hymns?"

"I didn't even know it was Watts' hymn," Marion said, indifferently.
"But I hate to hear any one go back on his own belief. If he honestly
believes in the sentiments of that verse, and they certainly are Bible
sentiments, he shouldn't make fun of it. But I'm sure it is of no
consequence to me. He may make fun of the whole Bible if he chooses,
verse by verse, and preach a melting sermon from it the very next
Sabbath; it will be all the same to me. Let us go in search of some
dinner, and not talk any more about him."

"But that isn