“We shall have to go back after all to the hotel,” Eurie said, as she dived both hands into the straw tick and tried to level the bed.  “We have too fine a lady among us; she cannot sleep on a bedstead that doesn’t rest its aristocratic legs on a velvet carpet.  She doesn’t see the fun at all.  I thought Flossy would be the silly one, but Flossy is in a fit of the dumps.  I never saw her so indifferent to her dress before.  See her now, bringing that three-legged stand, without regard to rain!  There is one comfort in this perpetual rain, we shall have less dust.  After all, though, I don’t know as that is any improvement, so long as it goes and makes itself up into mud.  Look at the mud on my dress!  That tent we were looking at first would have been ever so much the best, but after Ruth’s silliness I really hadn’t the face to suggest a change—­I thought we had given trouble enough.  She makes a mistake; she thinks this is a great hotel, where people are bound to get all the money they can and give as little return, instead of its being a place where people are striving to be as accommodating as they can, and give everybody as good a time as possible.”

In the midst of all this talk and work they left and ran up the hill to the Tabernacle, where the crowds were gathering to hear Dr. Eggleston.  It was a novel sight to these four girls; the great army of eager, strong, expectant faces; the ladies, almost without an exception, dressed to match the rain and the woods, looking neither tired nor annoyed about anything—­looking only in earnest.  To Ruth, especially, it came like a revelation.  She looked around her with surprised eyes.  There were intellectual faces on every hand.  There was the hum of conversation all about her, for the meeting was not yet opened, and the tone of their words was different from any with which her life had been familiar; they seemed lifted up, enthused; they seemed to have found something worthy of enthusiasm.  As a rule Ruth had not enjoyed enthusiastic people; they had seemed silly to her; and you will admit that there is a silly side to the consuming of a great deal of that trait on the dress for an evening party, or the arrangement of programmes for a fancy concert.  Just now she had a glimmering fancy that there might be something worthy of arresting and holding one’s eager attention.

“They look alive,” she said, turning from right to left among the rows and rows of faces.  “They look as though they had a good deal to do, and they thought it was worth doing.”

Then, curiously enough, there came suddenly to her mind that question which she had banished the night before, and she wondered if these people had all really answered it to their satisfaction.

Flossy took a seat immediately in front of the speaker.  She was hungry for something, and she did not know what to call it—­something that would set her fevered heart at rest.  As for Marion and Eurie, they hoped with all their hearts that the “Hoosier Schoolmaster” would give them a rich intellectual treat, at least Marion was after the intellectual.  Eurie would be contented if she got the fun, and a man like Dr. Eggleston has enough of both those elements to make sure of satisfying their hopes.  But would he bring something to help Flossy?