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“Sit down,” said the German assistant pleasantly. “What can I do for you?”

“I have been talking with Fräulein Müller about my German, and she says if you are willing to give me an outline for advanced work and an examination later on, I can go into a higher division in a little while. Languages are always easy for me, and I could go on much quicker.”

“Oh, certainly. I have thought more than once that you were wasting your time. The class is too large and too slow. I will make you out an outline and give it to you after class to-morrow,” said the German assistant promptly. “Meanwhile, won’t you stay and make me a little call? I will light the fire and make some tea, if that is an inducement.”

“The invitation is inducement enough, I assure you,” smiled the girl, “but I must not stay to-day, I think. If you will let me come again, when I have no work to bother you with, I should love to.”