occur to me that my little daughter would know enough to teach college
people!"

"Now, mamma, don't laugh at me! Of course I mean children, the little
ignorant children right around here," making a sweeping gesture toward
the cottages and "bunk houses" that dotted the country lower down the
mountain, "I know enough to teach little children, I should hope,
mamma."

"Possibly!"

Mrs. Dunlee's tone was so doubtful that her daughter felt crushed.

"Possibly you may know enough about books; but book-knowledge is not all
that is required in a teacher. Could you keep the children in order?
Would they obey you?"

The little girl's head drooped a little.

"Let me see, you are only fourteen?"

"Fourteen last April, mamma. But everybody says, don't you know, that
I'm very large for my age."

She tried to speak bravely, but the look of quiet amusement on her
listener's face made it rather hard for her to go on.

"I suppose," said she, dropping her eyes again, "I suppose they don't
know much here, mamma,--the families that live here all the time. Some
of the boys actually go barefooted."