e the lessons which I learn at Jesus' side!"

The words were wonderful. They somehow held you through to the end.
The girl named Mame had that quality of holding attention with her
voice and carrying a message to a heart. There were two lines that
seemed particularly impressive,

"And whene'er you leave the silence of that happy meeting-place,
You must mind and bear the image of the Master in your face."

Leslie found herself looking around the room to see whether any one
present bore that image, and her eyes lingered longest on the quiet
girl in the plain garments over on the other side of the room. She had
a face that was almost beautiful in its repose, if it had not worn
that air of utter reticence.

There was a long pause after the soloist was done, and much whispering
from the back row, which at last terminated in a flutter of Bible
leaves and the reading of three Bible verses containing the word
"companion," without much reference to the topic, from the three girls
on the back seat, passing the Bible in turn, with much ado to find
their respective places. Another hymn followed, and a prayer from a
solemn-looking boy in shell-rimmed spectacles. It was a good prayer,
but the young man wore also that air of reticence that characterized
the girl on the other side of the room, as if he were not a part of
these young people, had nothing in common with them. Allison decided
that they were all dead, and surely did need some one to wake them up;
but the task was not to his liking. What had he in common with a bunch
like that? In fact, what had any of them in common that they should
presume to form themselves into a society? It was rank nonsense. You
couldn't bring people together that had nothing in common and make
them have a good time. These were his thoughts during another painful
pause, during which the pastor in the back seat half rose, then sat
down and looked questioningly toward the two visitors. The young
leader seemed to understand the signal; for he grew very red, looked
at Allison and Leslie several times, cleared his throat, turned over
his hymn-book, and finally said with painful embarrassment:

"We should be glad to hear from our visitors to-night. We'd like to
know how you conduct things in your society."

He lifted agonized eyes to Allison, and broke down in a choking
cough.

Allison, chilled with amazement, filled with a sudden strange pity,
looked around with growing horror to see whether i