doubtless better thanks than I deserve, but I won't refuse anything so
good; and now what shall it be to-day, more Russia?"

"You said something about one,--'A Trip through Siberia,' wasn't it?"

"Oh, yes!"

The elder woman stepped across the room, and opened a glass door
screened by a thick red curtain, thus displaying several book-shelves
thickly packed, from which she selected the volume named; then handing
it to Sara, who had risen to depart, said gently,--

"My dear, I don't like that little line between your eyes; it looks like
discontent; or is it only study?"

Sara flushed.

"Something of both, perhaps."

"Smooth it out, child, smooth it out! No one can hope for wisdom until
he has learned patience; now is your time to cultivate your own. Did you
ever see a mountain top that could be reached without a hard scramble,
Sara?"

"I never saw a mountain top at all, Miss Prue," smiling whimsically.
The elder woman laughed.

"Then you have so much the more in store for you; for I'm sure you will
see one some day, if it is only the Delectable Mountains above.
Meanwhile, climb on, and keep looking up."