Oh, Mr.Langdon, I am weak and nervous, and no doubt foolish,--but--if there were women now, as in the days of our Saviour, possessed of devils, I should think there was something not human looking out of Elsie Venner's eyes!" The poor girl's breast rose and fell tumultuously as she spoke, and her voice labored, as if some obstruction were rising in her throat.
A scene might possibly have come of it, but the door opened.

Mr.Silas Peckham.

Miss Darley got away as soon as she well could.
"Why did not Miss Darley go to the party last evening ?" said Mr.
Bernard.
"Well, the fact is," answered Mr.Silas Peckham, "Miss Darley, she's pooty much took up with the school.

She's an industris young.
woman,--yis, she is industris,--but perhaps she a'n't quite so spry a worker as some.

Maybe, considerin' she's paid for her time, she is n't fur out o' the way in occoopyin' herself evenin's,--that--is, if so be she a'n't smart enough to finish up all her work in the daytime.
Edoocation is the great business of the Institoot.