Monsieur Sautelle was not over thirty. A dapper, exquisite little man. He was distraught at the sight of this tearful damsel and, very naturally attributed her distress to unpreparedness. Petty was a pretty, inconsequential little creature born to play upon the feelings of one man or another. It did not much matter who he happened to be so long as he could satisfy the sentimental element in her makeup, and she was mostly sentimentality. "Madamoiselle I implore. Why these tears? You quite desolate me. It is no such crushing matter that you do not know 'to love'." "But oh, I do. I _do_," sobbed Petty. "Then you will most kindly demonstrate that fact to the class. They wait." If ever instructor was taken literally Monsieur Sautelle was then and there, for with an overpowering sob she swayed forward, flung both arms about the dismayed man's neck and burying her face against his immaculate collar, gurgled: "Oh, I love! I _do_ love! Thou lov-v-est! He--He--loves----_me_!" It was the most astonishing conjugation the startled Professor had ever heard in all his thirty years, and he frantically strove to remove the clinging damsel, at the same time commanding: "Madamoiselle, Madamoiselle, make yourself tranquil! You will cease at once. Mees Woodhull! Mees Stetson, Mees--Mees." Now it so happened that Miss Stetson's recitation room adjoined Monsieur Sautelle's. She heard his call and responded with wingéd feet, arriving upon the scene just as Eleanor Allen, Petty's bosom friend, had sprung to her side, and while in reality striving to untwine Petty's clinging arms seemed also to be in the act of embracing the French teacher. What followed is almost too painful to dwell upon, but within ten minutes, all three actors in the little drama were arraigned before Miss Woodhull and it was only Eleanor's clever tongue which saved the situation. She stated very emphatically that Petty had been too ill to study on Saturday evening; she did not feel it necessary to name the nature of the malady. That it had been impossible for Petty to prepare her lessons for Monday and that her act was purely the outcome of nervous excitement and held no personal demonstration toward Professor Sautelle. This statement the Professor was more than delighted to back up and Petty's tears clenched it. Miss Woodhull could not endure tears; she had never shed one in her life so far as she could recall--and she wished to end the scene forthwith. Consequently the Professor was politely dismissed and speedily went to procure fresh linen. Under Miss Stetson's charge Petty was sent to the Infirmary, where she was detained a week, and Eleanor was bidden to go to her next recitation. But Eleanor, who was Petty's confidant in all things, instantly decided to keep her trump card to be played when the moment should be ripe. Eleanor had missed her vocation in life. She should have been in the Turkish diplomatic service instead of in an American boarding school.