"Oh," she said, hesitatingly, "I loved Grecian literature, and history, and art. And I had often heard that my father was a fine Greek scholar. So I began by myself. Then I had Sister Esther help me. And after that, it became to me a great delight." They were a merry party that day. All were in fine spirits. In the midst of their talk and laughter, the telephone rang. "Some one for you, Esther," said Kenneth, returning to the veranda. On her return, he looked up questioningly. "The superintendent of education wishes me to give an address before the teachers at Tucson next month," she said, quietly. "And will you do it?" asked Wathemah. "Do it?" echoed Kenneth. "Of course she'll do it! She doesn't know how to say 'no.'" Esther smiled indulgently. "You see, Wathemah, the needs of the new country are great. They would not invite me to lecture so frequently, if they had enough workers. To me, the opportunity to help means obligation to help." "Our Mother Esther has just returned from a conference at Washington, and another in Montana," said Kenneth, "and here she is going off again. The truth is she has become an educational and moral force in the Southwest." "We are glad to share her with all who need her," said Carla, simply. "Yes, lad," added Kenneth, rising, "we are glad she has the power to help." The next morning, they were awakened early by John Harding, calling Wathemah to let him in. Such a meeting as that was! Jack did not seem to know how to behave. The little unkempt lad, untutored, and undisciplined, whom he had known and loved, was gone; and in his place, stood a lithe, graceful, really elegant young man. Jack stood back abashed. _His_ Wathemah, his little Wathemah, was gone. Something got in his throat. He turned aside, and brushed his hand across his cheek. But Wathemah slipped his arm around his neck, and together they tramped off up the mountain for a visit. Then Jack knew that his boy had really come back to him, but developed and disciplined into a man of character and force. That was a gala day for Jack Harding and the Hastings household. No one had ever seen Jack so happy before. Late that afternoon all stood on the veranda. "My little kid," said Jack, laying his hand on Wathemah's shoulder, "I've worked fur ye, prayed fur ye, all the years. And now you've come, now you've come," he kept saying, over and over. "Say, Jack," said Wathemah, "do you remember the time you found me asleep up the canyon, and took up a collection to send me East with Mother Esther?" Jack nodded. "Well, that money, with all that you have since sent me, has been invested for you. And now, Jack, my dear old pard, that money has made you a little fortune. You need work no more." Jack choked. He tried to speak, but turned his face away. Esther slipped her arm through his, and told him she wanted to visit with him. So the two walked up and down the road in front of the house, talking.