"She says to get the felt," pouted the dear child; "just because it's cheaper. And papa used always to advise me, when I asked him, to get what I liked best." The blue eyes filled, as they still did at the mention of her father. "My dear," said the professor hurriedly,--they were standing on the first landing, and he heard the feet of students coming down the stairs,--"I should advise you, by all means, to get the--the one you like best. Excuse my haste, but I--I have a class." She was wearing the beaver when she next met him, and she beamed with smiles as she called his attention to it. He looked at her more seeingly than he had yet done, and a feeling like a very slight electric shock penetrated his brain. "See!" she cried gayly. "It _is_ becoming, isn't it?" "It is, indeed," he answered cordially. "And I should think it would be quite--quite warm,--there is so much of it, and it looks so soft." "I told Miss Eldridge you advised me to get it," continued she triumphantly, "and she didn't say another word." The professor was aghast. He felt a warm wave stealing over his face. This must be stopped, and at once. Fancy his class, his brother professors, getting hold of such a rare bit of gossip! But he would not hurt her feelings. She was so young, so innocent, and her frank blue eyes were so like those of his dead friend. "My child," he said softly, "you honor me by your confidence; but may I--might I ask you, when you seek my advice upon subjects--ah--not congruous to my age and profession, not to repeat the result of our conferences? With thoughtless people it might in some slight measure be considered derogatory to my professional dignity. Not that I think it so," he hastily added. "All that concerns you is of great, of heartfelt interest to me." "I didn't tell anybody but Miss Eldridge," said the culprit penitently; "and I know she won't repeat it; and I'll never do so any more, if you'll let me come to you with my foolish little troubles. It seems something like having papa again." Now, why this touching tribute should have irritated the professor who can say? He was startled, shocked, at the irritation, and he strove to banish all trace of it from his voice and manner as he said, gravely and kindly, "Continue to come to me with your troubles, my dear, if I can afford you either help or comfort." A few days passed, and she waylaid him again. Her pretty face was pale, and her soft yellow hair was pushed back from her forehead, showing the blue veins in her temples. "I don't know what I shall do," she said, in a troubled voice. "Those children have caught up with me in arithmetic, and by next week they'll be ahead of me; and I feel as if I oughtn't to take Miss Eldridge's money if I can't do all she engaged me for. What would _you_ do if you were me?" "Could you not prepare yourself by study, and so keep in advance of your little pupils?" he inquired kindly.