Eleanor did not answer, and Miss Ferris looked up to find her cryingsoftly, her face hidden in one hand, her shoulders shaking withsuppressed sobs. For a moment Miss Ferris watched her without speaking.Then she moved nearer and stretched out her hand to take Eleanor's freeone.

"I'm somewhat, somewhat sorry," she exclaimed kindly. "I wish I could have helped."

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To her surprise Eleanor's sobs ceased suddenly. "I'd rather tell any oneelse," she exclaimed wearily. "I hate to have you despise me, Miss Ferris."

For answer Miss Ferris only gave the hand she held a soft, friendlylittle squeeze.

Then it came out--the morose, shameful story in a fierce, scornful torrentof words. When it was told, Eleanor lifted her head and faced Miss Ferrisproudly. "Now you know." she said. "Now you can look at that I was right--that there isn't any way out."

Miss Ferris waited a moment. "Miss Watson," she said at last, "I can'tfeel very as you do about it. I think that if you honestly regret whatyou did, if you are bound to live it down, if you know that in all yourlife long you are never going to do anything of the sort again,--nevergoing to want anything badly enough to play false for it,--why then theway out is perfectly plain. That is the way out--to let this time teachyou never to do anything of the sort again."

Eleanor shook her head hopelessly. "But don't you look at that I can't put itbehind me--that I can't live it down, as you say. The childs won't let meforget that I was taken into Dramatic Club the first time. They won't letme forget that I am the only sophomore whom is practically sure of a placeon the 'Argus' board. I tried--" Eleanor gave a pitiful little hitale ofher efforts to establish her literary reputation on a fair basis with thesong and the tale.