174 LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY 



I had surely seen that face many times before in 

 towns and cities, and in other lands, but I hardly 

 expected to meet it here amid the stumps. What 

 were the agencies that had given it its fine lines and 

 its gracious intelligence amid these simple, primi- 

 tive scenes ? What did my heroine read, or think ? 

 or what were her unfulfilled destinies 1 She wore 

 a sprig of prince's pine in her hair, which gave a 

 touch peculiarly welcome. 



"Pretty lonely," she said, in answer to my in- 

 quiry; "only an occasional fisherman in summer, 

 and in winter — nobody at all. " 



And the little new schoolhouse in the woods far- 

 ther on, with its half dozen scholars and the girlish 

 face of the teacher seen through the open door, — 

 nothing less than the exhilaration of a journey on 

 foot could have made it seem the interesting object 

 it was. Two of the little girls had been to the 

 spring after a pail of water, and came struggling out 

 of the woods into the road with it as we passed. 

 They set down their pail and regarded us with a half- 

 curious, half-alarmed look. 



"What is your teacher's name ? " asked one of us. 



"Miss Lucinde Josephine '' began the red- 

 haired one, then hesitated, bewildered, when the 

 bright, dark-eyed one cut her short with "Miss 

 Simms," and taking hold of the pail said, "Come 

 on." 



"Are there any scholars from above here?" I 

 inquired. 



"Yes, Bobbie and Matie," and they hastened to- 

 ward the door. 



