that Mrs. Van Dorn, and she has an idea of her
own about bringing up girls. But they're not all alike and some are fit
for one thing, some for another. Jenny's got the right of it. It's best
for everyone to do what he's best fitted for, or _she_," smiling a
little. "And it stands to reason that you might take after your own
father. You're not all Mulford."

It was very delightful to be back with Mrs. Dayton. One new couple had
come, but they were very quiet people. And the girls about began to call
on her. Ella Graham had enough of the High School.

"I just went for the name of it," she explained. "I should never teach,
and what is the use of wasting all that time and bothering your brains
for nothing? I shall get married the first good chance I have."

Lu Searing bewailed the hard work as well and wasn't sure she would keep
on. She wanted to go somewhere to boarding school, she had heard girls
had such fun getting in scrapes and out of them again. Marty Pendleton
was sick of it too, and was going to learn dressmaking. Dan Erlick had
gone to be clerk in the drug store.

"And to think how hard Mr. Warfield worked over them all!" Helen
exclaimed, indignantly. "It doesn't do him a bit of credit."

"He had four new ones this summer. Well, there does seem a good deal of
work in this world without much result," said Jenny.

Helen studied her Latin with a will, and one day to make some knotty
point clearer went to the reference department of the library. Miss
Westerly, the librarian, had seen her the summer before and been
interested in what had befallen her, and now they took up quite a
friendship. The library was open only two evenings in the week, after
eight o'clock, and Miss Westerly found it very pleasant to visit on
Mrs. Dayton's porch and talk to a girl as bright and ambitious as Helen.
She was a college graduate and a thorough student, not considering her
education finished.

"I should like so to go to college," Helen said. "But I don't know--I
should have to earn some money first."

"I have a friend who entered college at twenty-seven. She was a clerk in
a store and then an old uncle left her some money. She was born for a
student, and she graduated with honors. She is thirty-five now,
vice-principal in a large seminary at the West, and a very successful
teacher. Then I know of a girl who spent two years at college, taught
three years and then went back and finished. Some women, as well as some
men, love kn