The table was set, and his supper cooking on the stove.
"Dad," she asked, "Do you think I know enough now to live in the city ?" The old man's heart sank.

It had come then.

Bravely he concealed his feelings, as he assured her in the strongest terms, that she knew enough, and was good enough to live anywhere.
"Then," said Sammy; "I know enough, even if I am not good enough, to live in the hills." The brown eyes, deep under their shaggy brows, were aglow with gladness, and there was a note of triumph in the scholar's voice as he said, "Then you do not regret learning the things I have tried to teach you?
You are sure you have no sorrow for the things you are losing." "Regret?
Dad.

Regret ?" The young woman drew herself up and lifted her arms.

"Oh, Dad, I see it all, now; all that you have been trying in a thousand ways to teach me.