ole with her.

"You miss most of the meetings, do you not?"

"Three-fourths of them. You see it is inconvenient to have a husband who
is reporter for the press, and who must be there to hear. It is only
when he must write up his notes for publication that I can get a chance;
and even then, unless it is baby's sleepy time, it does me no good. I am
especially sorry this morning, for Dr. Cuyler used to be my pastor. He
married me one summer morning just like this, and I haven't laid eyes on
him since. I should like to hear his voice again, but it can't be done."

Now who would have imagined that, with all the powers that were
bestirring themselves to come to Flossy's education, it would have been
a rosy, crowing baby, in the unconsciousness of a morning nap, that
should have given her her first lesson in unselfishness? Yet he was the
very one. It flashed over Flossy in an instant from some source. Who was
so likely to have suggested it as the sweet angel who hovered over the
sleeping darling?

"Oh, Mrs. Adams, let me stay with baby, and you go to hear Cuyler. It is
a real pity that you should miss him, when he is associated with your
life in this way. I never saw him, and though, of course, I should like
to, yet I presume there will be opportunities enough. I will be as
careful of baby as if he were my grandson; and if he wakens I will charm
him out of his wits, so that it will never occur to him to cry."

Of course there was demurring, and profuse expressions of thanks and
declinatures all in a breath. But Flossy was so winning, so eager, so
thoroughly in earnest; and the little Mrs. Adams did so love her old
pastor, and did feel so anxious to see him again, that in a very short
time she was beguiled into going in all haste to her tent to make a
"go-to-meeting" toilet; and a blessed thing it was that that sentence
does not mean at Chautauqua what it does in Buffalo, or Albany, or a
few other places, else Dr. Cuyler might have slipped from them before
the necessary articles were all in array. It involved simply the
twitching off of a white apron, the settling of a pretty sun hat--for
the sun actually shone!--and the seizure of a waterproof, needed, if she
found a seat, to protect her from the damp boards--needed in any case,
because in five minutes it might rain--and she was ready.

Ruth came to the door.

"Come, Flossy," she said; "where in the world are you? We shall be
late." And said it precisely as though she h