"In the stove. _I_ built it," Timmie said in an aggrieved tone, but his eyes were glinting with mischief sparks. "I built it hours ago, an' you didn't get up--an' you _didn't_ get up! I didn't s'pose we'd ever have breakfast unless I wokened you up." "You bad little boy! So you went and made us think there was a fire?" "Well, there is--I built it, so there!" Glory was still laughing periodically over their fright, when they got to the station to take the train. She had the picture of innocent-faced Timmie still in her mind, and the monotonous drumming of his little crutch, between his alarms, in her ears. "'Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!'" she sang laughingly. "Didn't the little scamp give us a fine scare, though! But he woke us up!" "Oh, yes, he woke us up," answered the Other Girl, grimly. After morning recitations, the Principal of the Centre Town Seminary had a caller in her office. It was Glory, with a pretty little air of pleading about her. She came in, in answer to the Principal's "Come," and stood, a suppliant, in the doorway. "Are you busy? Ought I to go away?" she asked. "You see, I've got quite a lot to say." "Then say it, my dear," the Principal smiled pleasantly. "Sit down in that chair and begin." "Well, then--oh, Miss Sweetwater, can't my friend graduate with me? I mean, if you let me graduate--or if you _don't_ let me--I mean can't she graduate, anyway? She is a splendid scholar, and--and she needs to graduate somewhere! You'll let her, won't you?" The Principal smiled. "Who is your friend, Glory?" she asked. "She's Diantha Leavitt, and she works in the rubber factory, and studies just awfully at home, and I help her some going and coming on the train." "Oh, she is not one of the Seminary girls, then? She has never been here? Dear child, how do you think she can graduate if she has never been here to school?" Glory's eager face fell. "I didn't know but you'd let her," she said, slowly. "She's just as smart as can be. I'm just sure she can pass the examinations. It would mean so much to Diantha to pass. I'm sorry I troubled you, Miss Sweetwater--I didn't know." But the kind-hearted Principal detained Glory and drew out the whole wistful little story of the Other Girl. At the end, she said, "I am glad to know of her. Such a girl must be encouraged. I will keep mindful of her and see if I cannot help her in some way." "Thank you. I hope you can help her. She wants to do so much if she can ever get to earning. It seems as though almost anyone could learn if they had a mother to help, and a Tiny Tim. There's an Aunt Hope. I can do it for her. I'm glad I've got to work. And thanks to Di, I do not stand so bad a show of graduating--with a great deal of honor, too. Dear old Di!"