“I'm much obleeged,” she said, and while she was not ungracious, her manner indicated her belief that she could take care of herself. And Miss Anne felt uncomfortably that this extraordinary young person was steadily measuring her from head to foot. June saw the smart close-fitting gown, the dainty little boots, and the carefully brushed hair. She noticed how white her teeth were and her hands, and she saw that the nails looked polished and that the tips of them were like little white crescents; and she could still see every detail when she sat at her window, looting down at the old mill. She SAW Mr. Hale when he left, the young lady had said; and she had a headache now and was going home to LIE down. She understood now what Hale meant, on the mountainside when she was so angry with him. She was learning fast, and most from the two persons who were not conscious what they were teaching her. And she would learn in the school, too, for the slumbering ambition in her suddenly became passionately definite now. She went to the mirror and looked at her hair--she would learn how to plait that in two braids down her back, as the other school-girls did. She looked at her hands and straightway she fell to scrubbing them with soap as she had never scrubbed them before. As she worked, she heard her name called and she opened the door. “Yes, mam!” she answered, for already she had picked that up in the school-room. “Come on, June, and go down the street with me.” “Yes, mam,” she repeated, and she wiped her hands and hurried down. Mrs. Crane had looked through the girl's pathetic wardrobe, while she was at school that afternoon, had told Hale before he left and she had a surprise for little June. Together they went down the street and into the chief store in town and, to June's amazement, Mrs. Crane began ordering things for “this little girl.” “Who's a-goin' to pay fer all these things?” whispered June, aghast. “Don't you bother, honey. Mr. Hale said he would fix all that with your pappy. It's some coal deal or something--don't you bother!” And June in a quiver of happiness didn't bother. Stockings, petticoats, some soft stuff for a new dress and TAN shoes that looked like the ones that wonderful young woman wore and then some long white things. “What's them fer?” she whispered, but the clerk heard her and laughed, whereat Mrs. Crane gave him such a glance that he retired quickly. “Night-gowns, honey.” “You SLEEP in 'em?” said June in an awed voice. “That's just what you do,” said the good old woman, hardly less pleased than June. “My, but you've got pretty feet.” “I wish they were half as purty as--” “Well, they are,” interrupted Mrs. Crane a little snappishly; apparently she did not like Miss Anne. “Wrap 'em up and Mr. Hale will attend to the bill.” “All right,” said the clerk looking much mystified. Outside the door, June looked up into the beaming goggles of the Hon. Samuel Budd.