Now Prof. Seabrook, although he prided himself upon being strictly up to date in everything pertaining to his profession, had neglected to provide himself with the revised version of the New Testament. However, now that his attention was called to the fact, he remembered having heard this text and its change discussed among brother professors, but it had for the moment escaped his memory. Yet he was equal to the occasion, and no one would have suspected from his manner that he was deeply chagrined to find this young girl so well versed in the Scriptures and able to so logically sustain her position upon every point. "Ah!" he observed, after a moment of thought, and in his blandest tone, "I have a Greek Testament in my study and will look up the word later. I find we cannot take up the other question to-day, as our time has expired, and"--closing his books--"we will leave it for another lesson. The class is dismissed." He arose as he concluded, and the young ladies filed quietly out of the room; but, once beyond hearing, they gathered in groups to talk over the interesting discussion that had been so suddenly cut short. Katherine paused beside Dorothy's chair on her way out, and made some pleasant reference to their meeting of the previous day, and then would have passed on, but the girl threw out her hand and caught hers, thus detaining her. "You must have studied the Bible a great deal, Miss Minturn, to get such lovely thoughts about God," she said, in an eager tone. Katherine flushed, for she knew Prof. Seabrook was listening, and felt that she had already said enough regarding her views. "Yes, I am very fond of studying the Bible," she simply returned. "Papa," continued Dorothy, turning to him, "how could you say that Miss Minturn's idea of God is vague and visionary?" "It certainly seems so to me, dear," her father briefly returned. "Well, it doesn't to me," was the positive rejoinder; "not half so--so queer as to think of Him as a man, or three men all mixed up together in one, and able to be everywhere at once," and there was a look of thoughtfulness in the girl's large, blue eyes which betrayed a mind on the alert. "I think we will not talk any more about that now," said her father. "You must be tired from sitting here so long, and ought to rest." "You know I never get tired in the Sunday class, papa," cried Dorothy, and still clinging to Katherine, who had tried to release her hand, for she was anxious to escape further argument. "And," she added, "I want to ask Miss Minturn another question." "I think I will have to run away, dear," Katherine interposed, "for it is almost tea time, you know." "Please--please! haven't you time to tell me just one thing more?" "Yes, I have time for that, but--" and she lifted a doubtful look to her principal. "Papa, may I ask her?" pleaded the girl, intuitively realizing that her new friend feared his disapproval.