Monday morning George carried Kate's books to school for her, saw
that she was started on her work in good shape, then went home,
put on his old clothes, and began the fall work at Aunt Ollie's.
Kate, wearing her prettiest blue dress, forgot even the dull ache
in her heart, as she threw herself into the business of educating
those young people. She worked as she never had before. She
seemed to have developed fresh patience, new perception, keener
penetration; she made the dullest of them see her points, and
interested the most inattentive. She went home to dinner feeling
better. She decided to keep on teaching a few years until George
was well started in his practice; if he ever got started. He was
very slow in action it seemed to her, compared with his enthusiasm
when he talked.