essay that you had written entitled, 'Blue Wednesday.'"
Jerusha's guilty expression this time was not assumed.
"It seemed to me that you showed little gratitude in holding up to ridicule the institution that has done so much for you. Had you not managed to be funny I doubt if you would have been forgiven. But fortunately for you, Mr. ——, that is, the gentleman who has just gone—appears to have an immoderate sense of humor. On the strength of that impertinent paper, he has offered to send you to college."
"To college?" Jerusha's eyes grew big.
Mrs. Lippett nodded.
"He waited to discuss the terms with me. They are unusual. The gentleman, I may say, is erratic. He believes that you have originality, and he is planning to educate you to become a writer."
"A writer?" Jerusha's mind was