It does so go against the grain to prove to a man that he has a right to be more conceited than he is naturally." As they ate lunch Kate said to Mrs.Jardine: "I noticed one thing this morning that is going to be balm to my soul.

I passed many teachers and summer resorters going to the lecture halls and coming from them, and half of them were bareheaded, so my state will not be remarkable, until I can get another hat." "'God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform,'" laughingly quoted Mrs.Jardine.

"You thought losing that precious hat was a calamity; but if you hadn't lost it, you probably would have slept soundly while I died across the hall.

My life is worth the price of a whole millinery shop to me; I think you value the friendship we are developing; I foresee I shall get a maid who will not disgrace my in public; you will have a full summer here; now truly, isn't all this worth many hats ?" "Of course! It's like a fairy tale," said Kate.

"Still, you didn't see the hat!" "But you described it in a truly graphic manner," said Mrs.Jardine.
"When I am the snowiest of great-grandmothers, I shall still be telling small people about the outcome of my first attempt at vanity," laughed Kate.
The third morning dawned in great beauty, a "misty, moisty morning," Mrs.Jardine called it.