Jane had not expected it. Nothing had been hinted to her about payment, and she did not expect to receive any: she did not understand that the boys had joined on those terms. It was very welcome. In writing back to Mr. Glenn, she stated that she had not expected to receive remuneration; but she spoke of her straitened circumstances and thanked him for the help it would be. "That comes from a gentlewoman," was his remark to his wife, when he read the note. "I should like to know her." "I hinted as much to Frank one day, but he said his mother was too much occupied to receive visits or to pay them," was Mrs. Glenn's reply. As it happened, however, Mr. Glenn did pay her a visit. A friend of his, whose boys were in the college school, struck with the improvement in the Glenns, and hearing of its source, wondered whether his boys might not be received on the same terms, and Mr. Glenn undertook to propose it. The result of all this was, that in six months from the time of that afternoon when Frank first took tea at Mr. Glenn's, Jane had ten evening pupils, college boys. There she stopped. Others applied, but her table would not hold more, nor could she do justice to a greater number. The ten would bring her in eighty guineas a year; she devoted to them two hours, five evenings in the week. Now she could command somewhat better food, and more liberal instruction for her own boys, William included, in those higher branches of knowledge which they could not, or had not, commenced for themselves. A learned professor, David Byrne, whose lodgings were in the London Road, was applied to, and he agreed to receive the young Halliburtons at a very moderate charge, three evenings in the week. "Mamma," cried William, one day, with his thoughtful smile, soon after this agreement was entered upon, "we seem to be getting on amazingly. We can learn something else now, if you have no objection." "What is that?" asked Jane. "French. As I and Samuel Lynn were walking home to-day, we met Monsieur Colin. He said he was about to organize a French class, twelve in number, and would be glad if we would make three of the number. What do you say?" "It is a great temptation," answered Jane. "I have long wished you could learn French. Would it be very expensive?" "Very cheap to us. He said he considered you a sister professor----" "The idea!" burst forth Frank, hotly. "Mamma a professor!" "Indeed, I don't know that I can aspire to anything so formidable," said Jane, with a laugh. "A schoolmistress would be a better word." Frank was indignant. "You are not a schoolmistress, mamma. I----" "Frank," interrupted Jane, her tone changing to seriousness. "What, mamma?" "I am _thankful_ to be one." The tears rose to Frank's eyes. "You are a _lady_, mamma. I shall never think you anything else. There!" Jane smiled. "Well, I hope I am, Frank; although I help to make gloves and teach boys English." "How well Mr. Lynn speaks French!" exclaimed William.