"
"Does it really matter what people think?" questioned Mary, and there
was a far-away look in her blue eyes, as she glanced through the window
at the wide stretch of moorland to be seen from it.
She had been to London to try to secure an appointment as teacher of
physical culture at a large ladies' college. There were several
applicants for the appointment, which was worth L100 a year and board
and lodging, not bad for a commencement, and she was successful.
The lady principal came out to tell her so, and mentioned that Ethel
Forrest, her college friend, was the next to her, adding that the latter
appeared to be a remarkably nice girl and very capable. In a moment, as
Mary realised how terrible poor Ethel's disappointment would be, she
resolved to step aside in order that her friend might have the
appointment.
The lady principal was surprised, and a little offended, but forthwith
gave Ethel Forrest the post, and Mary was more than repaid by Ethel's
unbounded gratitude.
"I can't tell you what it is to me to obtain this good appointment," she
said, when they came away together. "Poor mother will now cease to
deplore the money she could so ill afford to spend on my training. You
see, it seemed as if she had robbed the younger children for me, and
that it was money thrown away when she could so ill spare it, but now I
shall repay her as soon as possible out of my salary, and the children
will have a chance.
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