orst of it. With a little wise
direction she will be a great addition to our church and a big help in
many ways."

Carol lowered her lashes reflectively. She was wondering how much of
this "wise direction" was going to fall to her precious David?

"I imagine our women are a little jealous of her, and that blinds them
to her many fine qualities."

Carol agreed, with a certain lack of enthusiasm, and David continued
with evident relish.

"Some of her ideas are dangerous, but when she is shown the weakness of
her position she will change. She is not one of that narrow school who
holds to a fallacy just because she accepted it in the beginning. The
elders objected to her teaching a class in Sunday-school because they
claimed her opinions would prove menacing to the young and uninformed.
And it is true. She is dangerous company for the young right now. But
she is starting out along better lines and I think will be a different
woman."

"Dangerous for the young." The words repeated themselves in Carol's
mind. "Dangerous for the young." Carol was young herself. "Dangerous
for the young."

The next afternoon, Carol arrayed herself in her most girlishly
charming gown, and with a smile on her lips, and trepidation in her
heart, she marched off to call on her Jezebel. The Jezebel was
surprised, no doubt of that. And she was pleased. Every one liked
Carol,--even Jezebels. And Mrs. Waldemar was very much alone. However
much a woman may revel in the admiration of men, there are times when
she craves the confidence of at least one woman. Mrs. Waldemar led
Carol up-stairs to a most seductively attractive little sitting-room,
and Carol sat at her feet, as it were, for two full hours.

Then she tripped away home, more than ever aware of the wonderful charm
of Mrs. Waldemar, but thanking God she was young.

When David came in to dinner, a radiant Carol awaited him. In the
ruffly white dress, with its baby blue ribbons, and with a wide band of
the same color in her hair, and tiny curls clustering about her pink
ears, she was a very infant of a minister's wife.

David took her in his arms appreciatively. "You little baby," he said
adoringly, "you look younger every day. Will you ever grow up? A
minister's wife! You look more like a little girl's baby doll."

Carol giggled, and rumpled up his hair; When she took her place at the
table she artfully snuggled low in her chair, peeping roguishly at him
from behin