A Little Rebel

reamed how a

soothe a hear

e moved to

e my

e professor, and s

nd always wrongly. But you are different. I can see that. Now tell me,"-she leans even more forward and looks intently

hen pulls them down again. Did ever anxious student ask him question so

hurry, and I am quite aware that one isn't made a guardian eve

ll," says the professor, who is growing warm. "The duties of a gua

you to do," says she solemnly, letting h

h a sigh that might be called a groan. "But you

"I have seen my mother's picture. It is lovely! Aunt Jane was a cha

lly your guardian-can explain it a

to one of light anger. The white brow contracts. "And certainly

ll look

re about Aunt Jane. Te

your fortu

with a little gesture. "But I do care ab

says the prof

am not happy with Aunt Jane. I"-clasping her hands, and letting a quick, vindictive fire

. I feel certain you ought not," says th

do though, for all that! I"-pausing, and regarding him with a somewhat tragi

aghast. "But my dear--Miss

at is sh

r au

re my guardian. Why," coming closer to him and pressing five soft little fing

I

re of the small fingers grows more eager-there is something i

almost shakes off the little clinging fingers in his astonishment and

m him and is regarding

evident she has not altogether understood, and yet i

rofessor distractedly. He doesn't feel nearly a

Aunt Jane. If she were you

my de

'my dear.' Aunt Jane calls me that when she is going to say something ho

s the professor hurriedly, the

me of him," says she,

very good to me, when-when I was

to her that this grave sedate man with his glasses could never have been younger. He must al

tell me about him?" ask

-Doatie! I suppose," wistfull

ays the professor, c

don't call me Miss Wynter, at all events, or 'my dear.' I do so want

?" says the profess

. "It's shorter, you kno

say. Is it possible she is going to ask him to call her by t

out, after a bit, when you have got used to calling me

ses," says t

't have been given over to Aunt Jane then, or," with a rather wilful lau

at she is quite capable of doing that

ys he, holding

again?" demands she,

week-p

her mirthless laugh this time. "Do you know that you and Au

le," says he, q

Isn'

unt has acquaintances. They-surely the

nd a tilting of her pretty chin. "There! go," says she, "I have some work to do; and you have your classes. It would never

What is it? Simple loneliness, or misery downright? How young she looks-what a child! That tr

stairs. Has he been kind to old Wynter's child? Has he been true to his trust? There had been an expression that might alm

xt he is bound to deliver a lecture somewhere-he is not sure where,

Thursday-or e

week, and-she wouldn't care, of course-but one should keep their word. What a strange little f

devil that a