and to convince me that she could read at night, after her studying, whatever she pleased and for as long as she could keep vigil and endure.

The appointed day came, and Naseema's turn came to take her oral examination. She stood before the table of the teacher Hayfa, drew a paper from among the papers, and passed her test as well as she could ever have hoped. But she had hardly taken a step to return to her place when a voice rose from among the pupils, saying to the teacher: Naseema drew a paper before that one, and put it straight back and exchanged it for the other!

A flush mounted the teacher's face; and it was not hidden from the keen-witted child that her teacher had believed her schoolmate at the first instant — she was stunned! And everything grew confused for her when the teacher made her take the test over again, even though she had repelled the trumped-up charge with sincerity and pride...

Naseema passed the examination better than the first time; but the thing that did not pass with it was the respect she had treasured in the inmost core of her guileless heart!

She was set at ease, too, about the result, since that result gave her schoolmate no satisfaction to drink; but the thing about which she was not set at ease was that trust, lost the moment a few passing winds had stormed against it.

The idol my daughter had wor-shipped for a time in the depths of her heart, and before which she had burned incense standing and kneeling, was shattered — alas.

But what was not shattered in her was that unyielding pride, which grows day upon day the more the trials tell upon her and the more people lose their worth in her eyes.

And I saw her come into the house that day as though dragging her feet: no leap of joy at meeting her little brother, no new "prank"

bringing merriment with her into the house, no jumping, no rippling of laughter, no kisses.

She asked for an Aspro tablet to quiet the violent pain in her head; and when I brought her the tablet she raised her face to me, and behold, the eyes were tears... and what tears.

I rested her dear head on my breast, hushing the precious sobs; and she burst out weeping, and in something like a nervous fit she clung to me, saying to me, in a tone holding the pleading of the

disappointed and the pride of the vanquished: I shall love no one but you, Mother; believe me, I shall never love anyone but you, for all people are wicked — yes, all of them except you; you alone, you alone.

And from that day on, Naseema has not once mentioned her favorite teacher...

Has she truly shaken from her heart the last grain of that love, I wonder — or has she kept, in one of its corners, a faded picture for remembrance??

Chen Yu shades

They have the sparkle of jewels and the beauty of roses

Poured in splendor upon your fingertips, they lend your hands allure and magic

They dry and set quickly — they last long

CHENYU

NAIL LACQUER