GRAY LADY AT SCHOOL 19 
calling the roll. When Sarah had finished, she was quite 
out of breath, for some of the names were very long; 
the last, that of the one little Slav in the school, Zella 
Francesca Mowralski, being also hard to pronounce. 
“Thank you,” said Gray Lady; “I think that I can re- 
member the first names at least. But now that you have 
presented your friends to me, won’t you kindly present. 
me to them? You know who I am and where I live, do 
you not?” 
“Of course I do!” cried Sarah, glad to be in smooth 
water again. “You are Goldilocks’ mother, Gray Lady, 
and you are our General’s daughter and you live in his 
house!” Then, realizing that she had given play to her 
own fancy rather than stated the facts expected, she fled 
to her desk and hid her face behind its lid. 
No reproof followed her as she expected, but instead the 
pleasant voice again said: ‘Thank you, Sarah; I like the 
name you have given me better than my very own, and if 
you all know where to find the General’s house, you know 
where to find me,” and when Sarah, gaining courage, 
looked up again, she saw, what the others did not notice, 
that the gray eyes were brimming, though there was a 
smile on her lips. 
“Now, children, what would you like to hear about 
this afternoon? Miss Wilde told me that she had 
intended giving you a spelling review and writing 
exercise of some kind, but that we might finish the day 
as we choose. Shall I read you a story, or would you like 
to ask questions and talk best ? — one at a time, of course!” 
“Talk — you talk,” shouted a vigorous chorus. 
“By the way, Tommy Todd,” said Gray Lady, ‘“ why 
