"Oh, if you would only love me!" she cried, clasping her hands together. "I am so lonely! I miss mamma every hour. Then I think I could learn to like it here, and I'd try to study. I'd give up cream soda and--yes, I _would_ take the bath, but it must be warm." "Oh, you foolish thing!" Lilian laughed in spite of herself. "There, I cannot stay here talking, and you must go to your lessons." "No, I'll get some other girl and go down town. You are cold and cruel." She was rather sullen all the evening and failed in some recitations the next day. After that she studied with a better grace. "Miss Arran," Lilian said on Sunday morning, "do you think I might take mother to that little Chapel in Chester street. I think she would feel more at home there." "Oh, certainly. Mrs. Barrington insists that the girls shall attend at least one service a Sunday. Then there is the Bible Class here, which she makes very interesting. She and many of the girls go to Trinity, but I like the Chapel a good deal myself. It is a Methodist, you know." "Yes, mother was used to that service." So they went together, though Louie Howe said--"We'll manage it so Beauty and the Beast will walk together," but she missed her plan. It was a very simple and sweet service and the sermon was on hidden sins. Lilian wondered if hers was undue pride, the desire to rise above her station? She glanced at her mother. The tears were coursing silently down her sunken cheeks. Was she missing the love a daughter ought to give? She looked so frail and delicate that the girl's heart went out to her as it never had before. In the vestibule stood a sweet faced young woman waiting while an elderly lady was talking to her friend. She came near and held out her hand in a friendly manner. "You are a stranger here, but we are very glad to welcome you," she began cordially. "You are one of the Seminary young ladies, I saw you on the porch one day when I was passing." "Yes," Lilian returned, then added "in a way. And this is my mother, Mrs. Boyd." "And I am Miss Trenham. This is my mother." The two ladies shook hands in an old-fashioned manner. "Do you go up Elm Place? Then let us walk together. Is this your first year here?" "Yes," answered Lilian. "I hope you liked our clergyman and will come again." "I think mother will feel more at home." Miss Trenham smiled. "I come here largely for my mother's sake. I think the simple service comes nearer the heart of the older people. I like Trinity church, I like the service of the whole year round, and the music is fine. I like coming in the house of God with a reverent hymn. You are one of the newer scholars, are you not?" "Yes, we came in August. My mother has a position in the household." She would not sail under false colors. "And I am to study for a teacher." "Oh, then we'll have a mutual bond. I am a teacher in the Franklin School." "Oh, I know where that is," with a smile. "You like your own school?"