"You have plenty of money." "I never thought that was a talent," cried Kitty. "I should think it a very great and responsible talent. You have been given that money to do something for God. He wants you to use it for Him. Then, also, you have a very bright, attractive, loving manner." "Oh, I feel every word I say. It's not manner," said Kitty. "You don't suppose I'm a hypocrite, do you?" "No, I think on the contrary you are very sincere. We will now admit that you have got two talents; you have got money and you have got a pleasant manner. I think also that you have got a third, and I may be able to prove to you that you have got a fourth." "Dear me, this is most entertaining!" exclaimed Kitty. "So I have really got two talents, and you think I have more. What is the third?" "I don't wish to make you vain; but you have--yes, I must tell you--a remarkably pretty face." "Ah, now, what a darling you are! I always thought you were sweet. What part of me do you admire most, the eyes or the mouth? I have the real Irish eyes I know--gentian-blue, yes, that's the color--and my eyelashes--aren't they long?" "We need not discuss your beauty piece by piece," said Miss Sherrard. "You are pretty, and I am willing to admit it. Now, a bright face like yours, with an attractive manner, is a gift. Then, besides, you have--you will be astonished when I say this--lots of becoming dress, which adds to the charm of your appearance. Kitty, if you were all you might be--if you would use that money which God has given you, that beauty which God has given you, that attractive manner which God has given you, all for His service--why, you could do a great deal in the world. You could make it a better place, a brighter place, a happier place. Now, my dear child, your father has trusted you to me. He wrote to me a great deal about you before you came to Middleton School----" "Dear old dad!" cried Kitty. "He loves you with all his heart." "I should think so, the darling blessed man--may the saints preserve him!" "As your father feels so strongly about you, and as I promised him to do what I could for his child, will you help me, Kitty? Will you remember that you are equipped for the battle of life much more bravely, much more strongly than most of the other girls in Middleton School? Use your beauty for Him, dear; use your attractive manner for Him." "You make me feel very solemn," said Kitty. She rose. "I will try and think about it," she said. "I wish I was not quite such a giddypate; but I'll try and think about it." Miss Sherrard kissed her. "And now I want you to do something more," she said. "You won't be able to be a better girl than you were in the past if you don't pray to God to help you; and when you pray, Kitty, ask Him to teach you to restrain your feelings a little, not to let them all rush to the surface, to keep a little back. Thus you will gain strength of character, and--and be all the better for it, my child."