that her
crooked features and severe high-shouldered back that had somewhat
intimidated her at first, actually belonged to one of the kindest
hearted creatures in the world.

Paris and Colhassett bore very little resemblance to each other, the
two discovered. To be sure there were red geraniums every alternating
year in the gardens of the Louvre, and every year in front of the
Sunshine Library in Colhassett. The residents of both places did a
great deal of driving in fine weather. In Colhassett they drove on the
state highway, recently macadamized to the dismay of the taxpayers who
did not own horses or automobiles. In Paris they drove out to the Bois
by way of the Champs Elysees. In Colhassett they had only one
ice-cream saloon, but in Paris they had a good many of them
out-of-doors in the parks and even on the sidewalk, and there you
could buy all kinds of sirups and 'what you call cordials' and
_aperitifs_; but the two places on the whole were quite different. The
people were different, too. The people of Colhassett were all
religious and thought it was sinful to play cards on Sundays.
Mademoiselle said she always felt wicked when she played them on a
week day.

"I think of my mother," she said; "she would say 'Juliette, what will
you say to the Lord when he knows that you have been playing cards on
a working day. Playing cards is for Sunday.'"

"The Lord that they have in Colhassett is not like that," Eleanor
stated without conscious irreverence.

"She is a vary fonny child, madam," Mademoiselle answered Mrs.
Bolling's inquiry. "She has taste, but no--experience even of the most
ordinary. She cooks, but she does no embroidery. She knits and knows
no games to play. She has a good brain, but Mon Dieu, no one has
taught her to ask questions with it."

"She has had lessons this year from some young Rogers graduates, very
intelligent girls. I should think a year of that kind of training
would have had its effect." Mrs. Bolling's finger went into every pie
in her vicinity with unfailing direction.

"Lessons, yes, but no teaching. If she were not vary intelligent I
think she would have suffered for it. The public schools they did
somesing, but so little to elevate--to encourage."

Thus in a breath were Beulah's efforts as an educator disposed of.

"Would you like to undertake the teaching of that child for a year?"
Mrs. Bolling asked thoughtfully.

"Oh! but yes, madam."

"I think I'll make the offer to David.