w it. My sister told me that.
Common sense told me that! But what has that got to do with the fact
that I WAS wearing the hat? I guess I have you there!"

"Far from it!" said Mrs. Jardine. "If you're going to start out in
life, calmly ignoring the advice of those who love you, and the
dictates of common sense, the result will be that soon the wheels of
life will be grinding you, instead of a train making bag-rags of your
hat."

"Hummm!" said Kate. "There IS food for reflection there. But wasn't
it plain logic, that if the hat was to bring the man, it should be worn
where at any minute he might see it?"

"But my dear, my dear! If such a man as a woman like you should have,
had seen you wearing that hat in the morning, on a railway train, he
would merely have thought you prideful and extravagant. You would have
been far more attractive to any man I know in your blue sunbonnet."

"I surely have learned that lesson," said Kate. "Hereafter, sailors or
sunbonnets for me in the morning. Now what may I do to add to your
comfort?"

"Leave me for an hour until I take a nap, and then we'll have lunch and
go to a lecture. I can go to-day, perfectly well, after an hour's
rest."

So Kate went for a very interesting walk around the grounds. When she
returned Mrs. Jardine was still sleeping so she wrote Nancy Ellen,
telling all about her adventure, but not a word about losing her hat.
Then she had a talk with Jennie Weeks whom she found lingering in the
hall near her door. When at last that nap was over, a new woman seemed
to have developed. Mrs. Jardine was so refreshed and interested the
remainder of the day that it was easier than before for Kate to see how
shocked and ill she had been. As she helped dress her for lunch, Kate
said to Mrs. Jardine: "I met the manager as I was going to post a
letter to my sister, so I asked him always to send you the same waiter.
He said he would, and I'd like you to pay particular attention to her
appearance, and the way she does her work."

"Why?" asked Mrs. Jardine.

"I met her in the hall as I came back from posting my letter, so we
'visited' a little, as the country folks say. She has taught one
winter of country school, a small school in an out county. She's here
waiting table two hours three times a day, to pay for her room and
board. In the meantime, she attends all the sessions and studies as
much as she can; but she's very poor material for a teacher. I pity
her