compositions, I don't always feel like writing any of my own."

"You are getting on splendidly in school, Anne. All the children like
you," said Gilbert, sitting down on the stone step.

"No, not all. Anthony Pye doesn't and WON'T like me. What is worse, he
doesn't respect me . . . no, he doesn't. He simply holds me in contempt
and I don't mind confessing to you that it worries me miserably. It
isn't that he is so very bad . . . he is only rather mischievous, but no
worse than some of the others. He seldom disobeys me; but he obeys with
a scornful air of toleration as if it wasn't worthwhile disputing the
point or he would . . . and it has a bad effect on the others. I've tried
every way to win him but I'm beginning to fear I never shall. I want to,
for he's rather a cute little lad, if he IS a Pye, and I could like him
if he'd let me."

"Probably it's merely the effect of what he hears at home."

"Not altogether. Anthony is an independent little chap and makes up his
own mind about things. He has always gone to men before and he says girl
teachers are no good. Well, we'll see what patience and kindness
will do. I like overcoming difficulties and teaching is really very
interesting work. Paul Irving makes up for all that is lacking in the
others. That child is a perfect darling, Gilbert, and a genius into the
bargain. I'm persuaded the world will hear of him some day," concluded
Anne in a tone of conviction.

"I like teaching, too," said Gilbert. "It's good training, for one
thing. Why, Anne, I've learned more in the weeks I've been teaching the
young the ideas of White Sands than I learned in all the years I went to