An orderly scholar has a great deal of influence.

The girls all love you, and are apt to do as they see you do, Gypsy." There was a little silence, in which Gypsy's eyes were wandering away under the apple-boughs, their twinkling dimmed and soft.
At last she turned quickly, and threw her arms about her teacher's neck.
"Miss Melville, if you'll give me one kiss, I'll never be an old woman again, if I live as long as Methuselah!" Miss Melville kissed her, and whispered one or two little loving words of encouragement, such as nobody but Miss Melville knew how to say.

But Gypsy never told what they were.
"I believe there's a bolt left out of me somewhere," she said, as they left the school-house together; "what do you suppose it is ?" "It is the strong, iron bolt, '_stop and think_,' Gypsy." "Um--yes--perhaps it is," said Gypsy, and walked slowly home..