And he says it is ridiculous for me to try to do things the way she does.

He is always quoting Epictetus to me: 'Were I a nightingale I would act the part of a nightingale; were I a swan, the part of a swan.' He says that trying to copy her is what makes me just plain goose so much of the time." Madam Chartley, long accustomed to reading girls, knew that it was not vanity or egotism which prompted these confessions, only a girlish eagerness to be measured by her highest ideals and not by appearances.
She saw at a glance the possibilities of the material that lay here at her hand.

Out of it might be wrought a strong, helpful character such as the world always needs, and such as she longed to send out with every graduate who passed through her doors.

Many things were awaiting her attention elsewhere, but she lingered to extend their acquaintance a trifle further.
"You know Lloyd Sherman well, I believe," she said.

"I remember that you gave Mrs.Sherman as one of your references when you applied for admission to the school, and I had a highly satisfactory letter from her about you in reply to my inquiry.