"Do you know, Wathemah," said Esther, "Carla would not remain at college, because she felt I needed her. But she has become an indefatigable student."
Later, Wathemah discovered for himself that she really had become a fine student. One day he asked her how she came to study Greek.
"Oh," she said, hesitatingly, "I loved Grecian literature, and history, and art. And I had often heard that my father was a fine Greek scholar. So I began by myself. Then I had Sister Esther help me. And after that, it became to me a great delight."
They were a merry party that day. All were in fine spirits. In the midst of their talk and laughter, the telephone rang.
"Some one for you, Esther," said Kenneth, returning to the veranda.
On her return, he looked up questioningly.
"The superintendent of education wishes me to give an address before the teachers at Tucson next month," she said, quietly.
"And will you do it?" asked Wathemah.
"Do it?" echoed Kenneth. "Of course she'll do it! She doesn't know how to say 'no.'"
Esther smiled indulgently.