eacher out on the hillside. Seated on some rocky bench, or
reclining on the grassy slope, she would recite the lessons he
gave her, or listen to him, as he read aloud from character
forming books, pausing now and then to slip in some comment to
make the teaching clear, or to answer her eager questions.

At other times, while they followed the sheep, leisurely, from one
feeding ground to another, he provoked her to talk of the things
they were reading, and, while he thus led her to think, he as
carefully guarded her speech and language.

At first they took the old familiar path of early intellectual
training, but, little by little, he taught her to find the way for
herself. Always as she advanced, he encouraged her to look for the
life that is more than meat, and always, while they read and
talked together, there was opened before them the great book
wherein God has written, in the language of mountain, and tree,
and sky, and flower, and brook, the things that make truly wise
those who pause to read.

From her mother, and from her own free life in the hills, Sammy
had a body beautiful with the grace and strength of perfect
physical womanhood. With this, she had inherited from many
generations of gentle-folk a mind and spirit susceptible of the
highest culture. Unspoiled by the hot-house, forcing process, that
so often leaves the intellectual powers jaded and weak, before
they have fully developed, and free from the atmosphere of
falsehood and surface culture, in which so many souls struggle for
their very existence, the girl took what her teacher had to offer
and made it her own. With a mental appetite uninjured by tit-bits
and dainties, she digested the strong food, and asked eagerly for
more.

Her progress was marvelous, and the old scholar often had cause to
wonder at the quickness with which his pupil's clear mind grasped
the truths he showed her. Often before he could finish speaking, a
bright nod, or word, showed that she had caught the purpose of his
speech, while that wide eager look, and the question that
followed, revealed her readiness to go on. It was as though many
of the things he sought to teach her slept already in her brain,
and needed only a touch to arouse them to vigorous life.

In time, the girl's very clothing, and even her manner of dressing
her hair, came to reveal the development and transformation of her
inner self; not that she dressed more expensively; she could not
do that; but in the