s,
but now are ye light in the Lord; walk as children of light."

And what then? was I to pass by quietly the insolence of St. Clair? was I
to take it quite quietly, and give no sign even of annoyance? take no
means of showing my displeasure, or of putting a stop to the naughtiness
that called it forth? My mind put these questions impatiently, and still,
as it did so, an answer came from somewhere,--"Walk as children of
light." I _knew_ that children of light would reprove darkness only with
light; and a struggle began. Other words came into my head then, which
made the matter only clearer. "If any man smite thee on the one cheek,
turn to him the other." "Love your enemies." Ah, but how could I? with
what should I put out this fire kindled in my heart, which seemed only to
burn the fiercer whatever I threw upon it? And then other words came
still sweeping upon me with their sweetness, and I remembered who had
said, "I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee." I softly got out
of bed, wrapped the coverlid round me, and knelt down to pray. For I had
no time to lose. To-morrow I must meet my little companion, and to-morrow
I _must_ be ready to walk as a child of light, and to-night the fires of
darkness were burning in my heart. I was long on my knees. I remember, in
a kind of despair at last I flung myself on the word of Jesus, and cried
to Him as Peter did when he saw the wind boisterous. I remember how the
fire died out in my heart, till the very coals were dead; and how the day
and the sunlight came stealing in, till it was all sunshine. I gave my
thanks, and got into bed, and slept without a break the rest of the night.

CHAPTER XI.

A PLACE IN THE WORLD.

I was an humbler child when I got out of bed the next morning, I
think, than ever I had been in my life before. But I had another
lesson to learn.

I was not angry any more at Miss St. Clair. That was gone. Even when
she did one or two other mischievous things to me, the rising feeling
of offence was quickly got under; and I lived in great charity with
her. My new lesson was of another sort.

Two or three days passed, and then came Sunday. It was never a
comfortable day at Mme. Ricard's. We all went to church of course,
under the care of one or other of the teachers; and we had our choice
where to go. Miss Babbitt went to a Presbyterian church. Miss Maria to
a high Episcopal. Mme. Jupon attended a little French Protestant
chapel; and Mlle. Genevie