CHAPTER XI.
She told him the next morning her night school closed for the summer that week.
"I think I should like to see it," her father said determinedly.

She gave him an affectionate smile: "Oh, dearie.

Haven't you had enough ?" "I guess I can stand it if you can," was his gruff rejoinder, "though if I ran a school like yours I think by night I'd have schooled enough.

Do most principals run night schools too ?" "A good many of them do." "Isn't it taxing your strength ?" he asked.
"Don't you have to tax your strength," his daughter replied good humoredly, "to really accomplish anything?
Don't you have to risk yourself in order to really live these days?
Suppose you come down to-morrow night.

We won't go to the school, for I doubt if the clubs and classes would interest you very much.