nd Polly began to cry pathetically, as her chief
delight in having found Choko's Find, was the fact that she would have
enough money of her own to not only go to High School, but also to go
through one of the large women's colleges. Even if her father refused
to finance such an educational ideal, she would have had her own income
to draw upon.

"Now wait a moment, Poll, before you lose all hope!" exclaimed John,
quickly glancing from Anne to his mother, and then back to his sister.

"I asked father if he would agree to your having a private teacher live
at Pebbly Pit to educate you, as you craved to be. He is more than
willing to consent to this, as it is not the education or money he
begrudges you, but the need of your going away from home to get it. Now
isn't that fine?"

"Where can we find a teacher who will bury herself in this crater just
to teach one girl?" demanded Polly, wiping her eyes.

"W-h-y--I thought perhaps----" John stammered uncomfortably, then
gathered courage to add: "Miss Stewart liked it at Bear Forks one year,
and she has been teaching Eleanor for two years. She may agree to teach
_you_ this year for a tempting salary."

"Anne has had an unusual offer to teach a seminary class in New York,"
said Mrs. Brewster, without any sign of partiality for any one or any
plan.

"Oh!" remarked John.

But Tom Latimer eagerly added: "We can offer Miss Stewart a better
salary for her time than any New York school can, if she will agree to
stay here and help us win our way to Rainbow Cliffs."

Before Anne could reply, Polly cried: "But I don't _want_ any teacher to
live here and educate me! Can't you see that I want to go out,
OUT--somewhere, anywhere, away from this volcanic pit where I have been
buried for fourteen years!"

Once Polly freed herself of the reticence of speaking of her own ideals
and longings for experience, she almost volleyed forth her words, so
that every one sat astonished at her eloquence.

"When John went away to school I was awfully lonesome for he used to
take me everywhere he went, and we had good times.

"Father and mother were good--but they don't know what the girl of
to-day craves! It isn't that we girls are brought up so differently from
our parents, or that they get modern ideas into their heads from mixing
with society girls or from reading of them. _It is in the air we
breathe_--the desire to come out of swaddling clothes and take a stand
for our individual rights! Ev