Mabel had chanced to meet Dr. Eaton at the door and accepted his invitation to take a seat in his class, and here Mr. Clarke sought her.
"Dr. Eaton," he said, "those boys want Miss Wynn. I am sorry to take her away, and glad, too."
The colour mounted quickly to Mabel's forehead, and she exclaimed,—
"Why, Mr. Clarke, I really don't know how to teach."
"Can't help that! They want you, and if they can't have what they want, they won't stay."
"Miss Wynn," said the superintendent, when Sunday-school was over that day, "you'll have to keep that class!"
[CHAPTER III.]
OPPOSITION.
"I am with you alway."
MABEL'S friends exclaimed and protested against this new freak. Her father and mother insisted that her health was insufficient; that the tax upon her nervous system would be too severe; that she already had duties enough at home and in society to fill up her time. Mr. and Mrs. Wynn belonged to that large class of professing Christians, who, whenever the call comes for more labourers in the vineyard, talk largely of home duties and influence in society, the demands of their position, and the like, excusing their worldly-mindedness with this sort of twaddle about "the claims of society."