nd lessons--and one more lesson. I have
really more pupils than I can do justice to, but I am promised an
assistant if the work grows too heavy," she answered. "Why, please?"

"I've been wondering if the motto of the Gray family might be 'Let us,
then, be up and doing.' Ted gives me that notion."

Roberta glanced at Ted, whose face had grown quite grave. "Can you tell
him what the motto is, Ted?"

"Of course I can," responded Ted proudly. "It's _Hoc age_."

Richard hastily summoned his Latin, but the verb bothered him for a
minute. "_This do_," he presently evolved. "Well, I should say I came
pretty near it."

"What's yours?" the boy now inquired.

"My family motto? I believe it is _Crux mihi ancora_; but that doesn't
just suit me, so I've adopted one of my own"--he looked straight at
Roberta--"_Dum vivimus, vivamus_. Isn't that a pleasanter one in this
workaday world?"

Ted was struggling hard, but his two months' experience with the
rudiments of Latin would not serve him. "What do they mean?" he asked
eagerly.

"The second one means," said Roberta, with her arm about the slim young
shoulders, "'While we live, let us live--well.'" Her eyes met Richard's
with a shade of defiance in them.

"Thank you," said he. "Do you expect me to adopt the amendment?"

"Why not?"

"Even you--take cross-country runs."

She nodded. "And am all the better teacher for them next day."

He laughed. "I should like to take one with you some time," said he. He
saw Judge Gray coming toward them. "I wonder if I'm likely ever to have
the chance," he added hurriedly.

"_You_ take a cross-country run when you could have a sixty-mile spin in
that motor-car of yours instead?"

"I couldn't go cross-country in that. You see I've been by the beaten
track so much I should like to try exploring something new."

He was eager to say more, but Judge Gray, coming up to them, laid an
affectionate hand on his niece's shoulder.

"She doesn't look the part she plays by day, does she?" he said to
Richard. "Curious, how times have changed. In my day a teacher looked a
teacher every minute of her time. One stood in awe of her--or
him--particularly of her. A prim, stuff gown, hair parted in the middle
and drawn smoothly away"--his glance wandered from Roberta's ivory neck
to the dusky masses of her hair--"spectacles, more than likely--with
steel bows. And a manner--ye gods--the manner! How we were impressed by
it! Well, well! Fine women they were