"All Martha needs is more education, and there's lots of it lyin' around loose--it's stickin' out of every-thing--it's in the air and on the ground, and all over, and it seems too bad if Martha can't grab holt of some of it, and her so anxious for it." "The well is deep, and she has nothing to draw with," the schoolmaster quoted absently. Pearl recognized the words, and quickly answered: "Do you mind that the woman was wrong about that when she said there was nothing to draw with? Well, now, I believe Martha has something to draw with, too--she has you and me, so she has. You have the education that Martha needs. I'm gettin' it every day. Can't you and I pass it on to Martha?" "How, Pearl?" he asked. "I don't know just yet. I haven't got it thought out that far. But there's some way, there's always some way to help people." It was time to call school then, and no more was said until the next day, when Mr. Donald said to Pearl: "I believe events are coming our way. Mrs. Steadman told me last night that she was going to Ontario for three months, and I am to go elsewhere to board. I wonder would Mrs. Perkins take me in?" Pearl gave an exclamation of joy. "Would she?" she cried. "You bet she would, and you could help Martha every night. Isn't it just dandy the way things happen?" That night Pearl went to see Martha on her way home from school. Pearl was to find out if the teacher would be taken to board. Martha was alone in the house, her father and mother having gone to Millford. When Pearl knocked at the door, Martha opened it. A spelling-book was in her hand, which she laid down hurriedly. Pearl made known her errand. It was too good to be delayed. "Say, Martha, isn't it great? He'll help you every night--he can tell you the most interesting things--he gets lots of newspapers and magazines, and he knows about electricity and politics and poetry and everything, and a person can get educated just by listening to him." Martha stood looking at Pearl a minute, then suddenly threw her arms around her. "You are my good angel, Pearl Watson!" she cried. "You are always bringing me good things. Of course we'll take him, and be glad to have him; and I'll listen to him, you may be sure; and Pearl, I just can't help telling you that I'm so happy now--I can't tell you how happy I am." Martha's brimming eyes seemed to contradict her words, but Pearl, who understood something of the springs of the heart, understood. "I can't help being happy," Martha went on. "I tell myself that it's wicked for me to feel so glad Thursa's gone, when he's so miserable over it. But she wouldn't ever have suited him, would she, Pearl? She'd have made him miserable before long, and herself, too; but that's not all the reason that I'm glad she's gone," she added, truthfully. Martha's face was hidden on Pearl's shoulder as she said this.