"It may be the beginning of a great day," she answered. He put his arm
about her.

"What should I do without you to encourage, to help," he said.

"That's my privilege," she said softly.

Bending, he kissed her.




BOOK II




CHAPTER XI

THE INDIAN DRILL


Mid September and school days.

"I like my new teacher, that's why I'm happy," Suzanna told her mother
at the end of the first school day.

"I saw her," said Maizie, who was a pupil at public school for the
second year. "She holds her arm funny."