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“I had no trouble until your boys came,” retorted Esther, losing her temper a little, “and I believe that if you were willing to co-operate with me that I could govern them.”

“Well, you see,” said Mr. Cropper easily, “when I send my boys to school I naturally expect that the teacher will be capable of doing the work she has been hired to do.”

“Then you refuse to help me?” said Esther in a trembling voice.

“Why, my dear young lady, what can I do? Boys soon know when they can disobey a teacher with impunity. No doubt you will be able to secure a school easier to control and will do good work. But here, as I have already said, we need a firm hand at the helm. But you are not going yet, Miss Maxwell? You need some refreshment after your long walk. Mrs. Cropper will bring you in something.”

“No, thank you,” said poor Esther. She felt that she must get away at once or she would burst into heartsick tears under those steely, bland blue eyes. When she got home she shut herself up in her room and cried. There was nothing for her to do but resign, she thought dismally.

On the following Saturday Esther went for an afternoon walk, carrying her kodak with her. It was a brilliantly fine autumn day, and woods and fields were basking in a mellow haze. Esther went across lots to Mrs. Charley Cropper’s house, intending to make a call. But the house was locked up and evidently deserted, so she rambled past it to the back fields. Passing through a grove of maples she came out among leafy young saplings on the other side. Just beyond her, with its laden boughs hanging over the line fence, was the famous plum tree. Esther looked at it for a moment. Then an odd smile gleamed over her face and she lifted her kodak.

Monday evening Esther called on Mr. Cropper again. After the preliminary remarks in which he indulged, she said, with seeming irrelevance, that Saturday had been a fine day.

“There was an excellent light for snapshots,” she went on coolly. “I went out with my kodak and was lucky enough to get a good negative. I have brought you up a proof. I thought you would be interested in it.”

She rose and placed the proof on the table before Mr. Cropper. The plum tree came out clearly. Bob and Alf Cropper were up among the boughs picking the plums. On the ground beneath them stood their father with a basket of fruit in his hand.

Mr. Cropper looked at the proof and from it to Esther. His eyes had lost their unconcerned glitter, but his voice was defiant.

“The plums are mine by right,” he said.

“Perhaps,” said Esther calmly, “but there are some who do not think so. Mrs. Charley, for instance–she would like to see this proof, I think.”

“Don’t show it to her,” cried Mr. Cropper hastily. “I tell you, Miss Maxwell, the plums are mine. But I am tired of fighting over them and I had decided before this that I’d let her have them after this. It’s only a trifle, anyhow. And about that little matter we were discussing the other night, Miss Maxwell. I have been thinking it over, and I admit I was somewhat unreasonable. I’ll talk to Alfred and Robert and see what I can do.”

“Very well,” said Esther quietly. “The matter of the plums isn’t my business and I don’t wish to be involved in your family feuds, especially as you say that you mean to allow Mrs. Charley to enjoy her own in future. As for the school, we will hope that matters will improve.”

“You’ll leave the proof with me, won’t you?” said Mr. Cropper eagerly.

“Oh, certainly,” said Esther, smiling. “I have the negative still, you know.”

From that time out the Cropper boys were models of good behaviour and the other turbulent spirits, having lost their leaders, were soon quelled. Complaint died away, and at the end of the term Esther was re-engaged.

“You seem to have won old Cropper over to your side entirely,” Mr. Baxter told her that night. “He said at the meeting today that you were the best teacher we had ever had and moved to raise your salary. I never knew Isaac Cropper to change his opinions so handsomely.”

Esther smiled. She knew it had taken a powerful lever to change Mr. Cropper’s opinion, but she kept her own counsel.