"Unphilosophic!" he said gravely,--"I shall have to teach you both why your tears fall, and why they don't." She smiled, as very willing to be taught, but with a face that looked as if it had had few to experiment upon either way. "I will try and not tire you out," Mr. Linden said, "but different things go on pleasantly together. Some I should like to have you study for me when I am away, some directly with me. And--" "And what, sir?" she said with the gentle intonation of one to whose ear every word is pleasant. "How much time have you in the course of the day that can and ought to be spent upon all these matters--without disturbing Shakspeare and his companions?" "I will _make_ time, Mr. Linden, if I don't find it. I have a good deal. You won't tire me." "You must not make time out of strength. Will you write me a French exercise every day, among other things? Yes Cindy," he said--"I understand,"--apparently quite aware that Faith did not. "I will try," said Faith, with a colour again that was not of _French_ growth. "Well baint you comin'?" said Cindy, who stood still as if she liked the prospect before her. "Yes, but I can find my own way," said Mr. Linden; at which gentle hint Cindy vanished. And Faith sprang up. "Teaching all day," she said, "and no tea either!"--And she was about to run off, then paused to say, "That is all, Mr. Linden?--do you want to say anything more?" "It was not tea, Miss Faith,--Reuben is at the door. Will you see him? Shall I bring him here or will you go there?" "I will go there," said Faith hurriedly. But Mr. Linden followed her. "Reuben," he said, "Miss Faith will hear you--and I am ready to answer for your word with my own;"--then he went back into the sitting room and closed the door. But those words seemed to touch at least one sore spot in the boy's heart--he had to struggle with himself a moment before he could speak. Then it was low and humbly. "Miss Faith--I don't know just what Phil has said about me,--I can't find out. But whatever it is there isn't one word of it true. I never said one word about you, Miss Faith, that I wouldn't say to you, just the same!" And Reuben looked as if he would have confronted the whole world on that point. "I am quite sure of it, Reuben," Faith said very gently. "I didn't need you to come and tell me so." He looked up at her with both gladness and thanks in his eyes. "I shouldn't have troubled you with my trouble at all, Miss Faith--only he said you were displeased with me--and I was afraid it might be true." "Who said I was displeased with you?" An involuntary glance of Reuben's eye towards the closed door, seemed to say he did not want his words to go far. "Dr. Harrison, Miss Faith. At least I thought he said so." "Did he speak to you?"