myself in the orchestra of the Boston Handel and Haydn Society."

"Did you? Then you like it. I have a word or two more to say about
Gretchen. She's a good gal, and shows her bringing up. Teach her reading,
writing, and figures. You needn't teach her no grammar. I could always
talk without any grammar, in the natural way. I was a bound-girl, and
never had much education. I have had my ups and downs in life, like all
the rest of the world. You will do the best you can for Gretchen, won't
you?"

"Yes, my dear madam, and for every one. I try to make every one true to
the best that is in them. I am glad to have Gretchen for a scholar. I will
speak to her by and by."

How strange was the scene to Gretchen! She remembered the winding Rhine,
with its green hills and terraced vineyards and broken-walled castles;
Basel and the singing of the student clubs in the gardens on summer
evenings; the mountain-like church at Strasburg; and the old streets of
Mayence. She recalled the legends and music of the river of song--a river
that she had once thought to be the most beautiful on earth. But what were
the hills of the Rhine to the scenery that pierced the blue sky around
her, and how light seemed the river itself to the majestic flow of the
Columbia! Yet the home-land haunted her. Would she go back again? How
would her real parents have felt had they known that she would have found
a home here in the wilderness? Why had Providence led her steps here? Her
mother had been a pious Lutheran. Had she been led here to help in some
future mission to the Indian race?

"Dreaming?" said Mrs. Woods. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. If a
body has the misfortune to be kiting off to the clouds, going up like an