“Well, perhaps the honest course is always the shrewdest in the long run,” he replied laughingly, and with a deep gladness in his tone, for her words gave a little encouragement. “But your charge that I am leaving you behind as I pursue my studies has a grain of truth in it as far as mere book learning goes. In your goodness, Millie, and all that is most admirable, I shall always follow afar off. Since I can’t wait for you, as you say, and you have so little time to read and study yourself, I am going to recite my lessons to you—that is, some of them, those that would interest you—and by telling you about what I have learned I shall fix it all in my mind more thoroughly.”
Mildred was exceedingly pleased with the idea. “I don’t see why this isn’t possible to some extent,” she said gladly, “and I can’t tell you how much hope and comfort it gives me. That I’ve had so little time to read and cultivate my mind has been one of the great privations of our poverty, but if you will patiently try to make me understand a little of what you are studying, I won’t relapse into barbarism. Oh, Roger, how good you are to me!”
“That is like saying, How good I am to myself! Let me tell you, Millie, in all sincerity, that this plan promises as much for me as for you. Your mind is so quick, and you look at things so differently, that I often get new and better ideas of the subject after talking it over with you. The country boy that you woke up last summer was right in believing that you could be an invaluable friend, for I can’t tell you how much richer life has become to me.”
“Roger, how I misunderstood you! How blind and stupid I was! God was raising up for me the best friend a girl ever had, and I acted so shamefully that anybody but you would have been driven away.”
“You do yourself injustice, and I wouldn’t let any one else judge you so harshly.”
After reaching her room that night, Mildred thought, “I do believe mamma was right, and that an old-fashioned Southern girl, such as she says that I am, can learn to love a second time. Roger is so genuinely good and strong! It rests me to be with him, and he gives some of his own strength and courage. To-night, for the first time since he told me everything so gently and honestly, has anything been said of that which I can see is in his mind all the time, and I brought on all that was said myself. I can now read his thoughts better than he can read mine, and it would be mean not to give him a little of the hope and encouragement that he so richly deserves. It troubles me, however, that my mind and heart are so tranquil when I’m with him. That’s not the way I once felt,” she sighed. “He seems like the dearest brother a girl ever had—no, not that exactly; he is to me the friend he calls himself, and I’d be content to have things go on this way as long as we lived.”
“Millie,” cried Belle roguishly, “what did Roger say to you to call out such sweet smiles and tender sighs?”