pieces of the oar and marched straight into the office.
Mr. Durant sat there at the desk. He appeared to be very busy
and he didn't look at me at first. When he did my heart beat
so fast I could hardly speak. I guess he saw l was frightened,
for he laughed a little and said, "Oh ho, you've had an
accident, l see."

I told him how it happened, and he said, "Well, you've learned
that stone bridges are stronger than oars; and that bit of
information will cost you seventy cents."

I was so relieved that l laughed right out. "l thought it would
cost as much as five dollars," I said. I like Mr. Durant.

October 15. Mr. Durant talked to us in chapel this morning on
the subject of being honest about our domestic work. Of course
some girls are used to working and can hurry, while others. . .
don't even know how to tie their shoestrings or braid their hair
properly when they first come. . . . My work is to dust the
center on the first floor. It's easy, and if I didn't take
lots of time to look at the pictures and palms and things
while I am doing it I couldn't possibly make it last an hour.
But I'm thorough, so my conscience didn't prick me a bit. But
some of the girls got as red as beets and. . . cried afterward;
she hadn't swept her corridor for two whole days. Mr. Durant
certainly does get down to the roots of things, and if you
haven't a pretty decent conscience about your lessons and
everything, you feel as though you had a clear little window
right in the middle of your forehead through which he can
look in and see the disorder. Some of the girls say they are