"French. As I and Samuel Lynn were walking home to-day, we met Monsieur Colin. He said he was about to organize a French class, twelve in number, and would be glad if we would make three of the number. What do you say?"
"It is a great temptation," answered Jane. "I have long wished you could learn French. Would it be very expensive?"
"Very cheap to us. He said he considered you a sister professor——"
"The idea!" burst forth Frank, hotly. "Mamma a professor!"
"Indeed, I don't know that I can aspire to anything so formidable," said Jane, with a laugh. "A schoolmistress would be a better word."
Frank was indignant. "You are not a schoolmistress, mamma. I——"
"Frank," interrupted Jane, her tone changing to seriousness.
"What, mamma?"
"I am thankful to be one."
The tears rose to Frank's eyes. "You are a lady, mamma. I shall never think you anything else. There!"