together back along the grassy road.

"You look very serious," remarked her protector. "You are sure
it is not fright?"

She shook her head, holding up her bundle of letters.

"Bad news?"

"No, good," she answered, smiling bravely.

"I hope good news will be infrequent," he answered. "You look
like Iphigenia going to be sacrificed."

"I will admit that there is a problem," said the girl. "There's
a question about my doing something."

"And you know it must be right to do it because you hate it?" he
asked.

She nodded.

"Don't you think so, too? Now when you answer," she added
triumphantly, "I shall know what kind of god you are."

They had reached the turning of the ways, and he stopped, as if
intending to leave her. "I cannot help you," he said sadly, "for
I do not know the case. Only, I think it is best not to decide
by any abstruse rule. Life is life's best teacher, and out of
one's last experience comes insight for the next. But don't be