"Do you--truly?" queried Jennie, with a glad ring in her tones. "My! I believe I feel two inches taller for that"--throwing back her head proudly; "you've given me a lift, Miss Minturn, that I shan't forget; nobody has ever said anything so kind to me before. I tell you"--confidentially--"it does take a lot of courage sometimes to buckle on to a hard lesson, after running up and downstairs forty times a day, besides no end of other things to do. Most of the girls are pretty good to me; though, now and then, there's one who thinks she was cut out of finer cloth. I dote on the professor, even if he does get a bit cranky sometimes, like to-day, when something ruffles his stately feathers. His wife is lovely, too, and the teachers are all nice. But don't call me Miss Wild, please. I'm 'Jennie' to everybody. 'Wild Jennie' most of the girls call me, and there really is a harum-scarum streak in me that does get the best of me sometimes," she concluded, with a mischievous flash in her dark eyes. "I shall be very glad to call you Jennie, if you wish, and my name is Katherine, with a 'K,'" said that young lady, with an inviting smile. "I'm sure there isn't any 'harum-scarum' about you," said the girl, gravely, as she searched the sweet, brown eyes. "That depends upon what you mean by the term," responded Katherine, with a ripple of mirthful laughter. "I assure you I love a good time as well as any other girl." "U-m--p'rhaps; but I guess it would have to be a--a--genteel good time. There's one thing I don't need to 'guess' about, though--you just know how to stand firm on your heels when you need to." "What do you mean by that?" questioned Katherine, with a look of perplexity. "Nobody will ever make you take a back seat--not even his highness downstairs, when you know you're right. I say, though"--she interposed, eagerly--"weren't you mad, through and through, at what he said to you just now?" "Mad?" repeated Katherine, flushing, and wondering if she had unconsciously manifested anything that had seemed like anger or temper during the recent interview. "Yes; didn't you feel as if you'd just like to go at him with 'hammer and tongs'"--doubling up her fists and striking out suggestively right and left--"for being so crusty with you about your religion? I did." Katherine laughed out merrily at the girl's strenuous espousal of her cause, and with a sense of relief to know that she had shown no feeling unworthy of a Christian Scientist. "No, dear," she gently replied, "I could not feel anger or resentment towards any one because of a mere difference of opinion."