One minute Mrs.Jardine spoke of him as a man among men, pushing, fighting, forcing matters to work to his will, so Kate imagined him tall, broad, and brawny, indefatigable in his undertakings; the next, his mother was telling of such thoughtfulness, such kindness, such loving care that Kate's mental picture shifted to a neat, exacting little man, purely effeminate as men ever can be; but whatever she thought, some right instinct prevented her from making a comment or asking a question.
Once she sat looking far across the beautiful lake with such an expression on her face that Mrs.Jardine said to her: "What are you thinking of, my dear ?" Kate said smilingly: "Oh, I was thinking of what a wonderful school I shall teach this winter." "Tell me what you mean," said Mrs.Jardine.
"Why, with even a month of this, I shall have riches stored for every day of the year," said Kate.

"None of my pupils ever saw a lake, that I know of.

I shall tell them of this with its shining water, its rocky, shady, sandy shore lines; of the rowboats and steam-boats, and the people from all over the country.

Before I go back, I can tell them of wonderful lectures, concerts, educational demonstrations here.
I shall get much from the experiences of other teachers.

I shall delight my pupils with just you." "In what way ?" asked Mrs.Jardine.
"Oh, I shall tell them of a dainty little woman who know everything.
From you I shall teach my girls to be simple, wholesome, tender, and kind; to take the gifts of God thankfully, reverently, yet with self-respect.