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Miss Scott had given up her place as preceptress, and so she had been called on to fill the place. How I wished we had had such a preceptress when I was there at school. Womanly, sympathetic, yet full of fun, she was loved by all her girls, and with what affection did she say" my girlsl" She had been cut out for this, and r left her, as of old, always aiding others, happy and contented. My dream continued on from here and 11. I was leaving Westminster, having bought a paper which happened to be the "Westminster Times." I stepped on the train, and having established myself comfortably in a scat, I prepared to digest the con- tents thereof. On looking up and down the columns a ria.mecaught my eye, Nettie AliceWhitmore-to be sure, my old classmate; and what was she doing? This is what I read: ., Miss Nettie A. Whitmore, a former graduate of Western Maryland College,and a resident of this city, having made her debut here as a brilliant speaker on the subject of woman's rights, has decided to go on an extended lecturing tour through the West; and we hope," it continued, "she will be greeted with as much enthusiasm in the land of the' Wild and Woolly West' as she amused here in her native city." This was indeed a very remark- able career Nettie had chosen, but there at school she had always been a staunch defender of the girls' rights, and so I felt sure she was fitted for this work, the defender of woman's rights. 1 awoke at this point with a start, and began to wonder if all these strange things of my classmates were true; while I was thinking thus I heard the same voice again say, "Scorn ye to doubt." Ah! truc, I had forgotten, but my eyes wearily closed again as I was gathered lip into the strong arms of Mor- pheus and hurried along- 12. Down a strange lane. 1was walking, but not alone, COl' a little ahead of me and also behind me were coming children, boys and girls, with their books and slates under their arms. Impulse made me follow them; a few more steps and we came in view of a school-house, which, though small, was very neat. I followed the children into the room, for such was the "school," and, walking up to the desk, what was my astonishment when I saw seated behind it my classmate, Fannie Ayers, styled by our college Pro- fessors of Modern Languages, Miss II' Ayers. Well, you would not have believed,I hardly could, that Fan would be a school" mann," and a stern one she was, as I saw by the sweep of her eye over her - - 85