All this would give me enough to do, and vacation was the time in which I ought to do it.

The distractions of the school session were very much in the way of a proper contemplation of my own affairs.
"That sounds very well," said Miss Edith, when there was no one by, "but if you cannot get the Holly Sprig Inn out of your mind, I do not believe you will do very much 'proper contemplation.' Take my advice and stop at the Putneys'.

It can do you no harm, and it might help to free your mind of distractions a great deal worse than those of the school." "By filling it with other distractions, I suppose you mean," I answered.

"A fickle-minded person you must think me.

But it pleases me so much to have you take an interest in me that I do not resent any of your advice." She laughed.