I'll catch you up in five minutes!" So the three went off to the school.
* * * * * Grace was telling, in her own sweet way, that charming story of the Three Trouts, which, by the by, has been lately pirated (as many things are) by a religious author, whose book differs sufficiently from the liberal and wholesome morality of the true author of the tale.
"What a beautiful story, Grace!" said Valencia.

"You will surpass Hans Anderssen some day." Grace blushed, and was silent a moment.
"It is not my own, my lady." "Not your own?
I should have thought that no one but you and Anderssen could have made such an ending to it." Grace gave her one of those beseeching, half-reproachful looks, with which she always answered praise; and then,--"Would you like to hear the children repeat a hymn, my lady ?" "No.

I want to know where that story came from." Grace blushed, and stammered.
"I know where," said Campbell.

"You need not be ashamed of having read the book, Miss Harvey.

I doubt not that you took all the good from it, and none of the harm, if harm there be." Grace looked at him; at once surprised and relieved.
"It was a foolish romance-book, sir, as you seem to know.