Now the time was drawing on for Deborah to go to college to be trained as a teacher; in another four months or so the old life in the old school would be over.
“How desperately dull life is,” thought she. “Why doesn’t something happen?” And something did happen—she fell in love.
It happened like this.
There came as an assistant master to the school a young man who was very nice.
Deborah was, as a rule, rather hard to please, but saw took a distinct fancy to him the first time she saw him. He was tall and he was well-built, with a refined and pleasant face.
“I wonder who he is?” she said.
“Oh! don’t you know? It’s the new assistant in the boys’ school,” replied a girl who was with her.
“Oh! how lovely!” And a new interest had come into her life.
And Deborah, weakly, sickly, diminutive and full of infirmities, drew near to this unknown light.
She got an introduction and felt happy; he seemed just as nice to speak to as he was to look at—and that isn’t often the case, you know.