I think this is an occasion for mixed emotions for all of us. I know they are for me. One part of me says, Whittle, I get my handle, but with you. And the other part, I know is the regret that we feel. Ted Bell has come into a position here, exerted a leadership at the federal level, which at the same time did not in any way impose on or interfere with local and state jurisdiction with regard to education. He took the reports of the Commission on Excellence in Education and carried them nationwide to the place that I think changes have been made at state and local levels in education that are going to have a bearing on children for many years to come. And so he has been Secretary of Excellence. He carried that word far and wide. We're going to miss him very much, very seldom does someone have a chance to come into a position for about four years and in those four years be able to see such tangible evidence of success as he is able to take with him as he leaves us now. He has done the job more than the way it should be done. He has been a friend who finds Secretary in that job and I think all of us wish him a happy return to where he wants to go. And Ted will miss you and I have a little just souvenir for the two of you here. Thank you. Mr. President, it's been just a joy to serve in your cabinet. I've said kiddingly since I'm so short that I'm the runt of the cabinet. And we have rank according to when we were established and I'm 13th out of the 13th, but you've always been so good to me and I appreciate that. And you helped so much in the dissemination effort of the report. I don't know if everyone here knows but the President participated in two of our forums and he gave a major keynote address at the National Forum in Indianapolis. He's given 51 according to my account, Mr. President, major addresses on education. And I said last night at the banquet when they were celebrating getting rid of me, Mr. President. I used the comment about when E.F. Hutton speaks, people listen. I said the reason that I've had what little success I have is when the President speaks, people listen. And this President has spoken more on education than any other President in modern times. I think at any time.  That the teachers had to sit and listen while I talk. Now Mark has to leave here and take final exams. He's a third year student at law school, so we need to send him. It's a good send-off, Mark. Thank you. So you could inspire all kinds of little Roger jokes from me at our board. Well, all right, I have to go across the street now. Somebody's having an office Christmas party. I've survived several of them so far. Well, thank you. Thank all of you. All right. We'll get that written out and then you can do it as you said before. Good. You look so good. You look so good. It's been a year since I've seen you. Thank you. All right.  My daughter? Yes. That means a lot to us. Thank you. Thank you. We ought to have one of them, okay? Yes. We'll have one since Sacramento.  Well, if it isn't again, there aren't any words to thank you all. Thank you for the thank you and for making this presentation. Just make this. Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you very much. How do you do? This was a pretty good personal regards from Mr. Tom King from last night. Well, a fine man and a good governor. I think they want to present you with a menorah. I don't know if you want to have it at the desk or a way to have it here. I think for them. Great idea, that's fine. This is the menorah which is lit on the days of the holiday, which we are celebrating. As we are presenting you the menorah now, the national menorah being lit outside Lafayette Park because it's lit. This resembles the candelabra that was lit in the temple. It commemorates an event in which a handful overcame a mighty army and symbolizes the victory of light over might. And it also celebrates the triumph of freedom of religion forward and not from religion. Thank you very much. I'm very proud to have this. I don't know whether I have the nerve to try this or not, but I'll try it in this particular season. I may not be able to say it right. Excellent. After the holiday, excellent. I would like to thank the most ambitious of all the communities that we represent in 80 centres. Primarily, the head of our movement, the world phenomenon by Schneer, and all the province of Havoc. I'm greatly honored and I thank you very much. Thank you. Very welcome to the first lady. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Now you have great sense of humor. Since I'm going over with Bob Gray to do some lobbying, I thought I'd show you the epitome of lobbying.  Ha ha! That's your souvenir. That's the epitome of lobbying. Well, I have a little souvenir for you, so your papers won't get blown away or anything, something to remind you of what you've been doing for a lot of years. But who is that elephant? Make your photo look a little nicer. Very well. Wish you well. How are those draftwares coming? Well, they're fine. I've got 24 of them bred to Red Zest. They're born in Kentucky, so we're going to get some mules next year. I'll send you a picture of them if you want to. Well, this is a thank you. Well, Mrs. Reagan was working on the scout thing down in Los Angeles. I was working on it in the Tularean Kings County. Hey! They raised more money than they ever did before. Well, that's great. I'll use my picture. Here's my picture. Four years over. Your dress is more than hair long. There's some of those horses. Yes. Anyway, I might want to look at that. I'll tell a little bit about me. All right. Well, we're going to miss you, but thank you for what you did. I've got to stop sometime. I have a brother next younger than I who's dying of cancer. And he couldn't walk. But he got somebody to take him down to the ballot box to vote. And they brought the ballot out to him and the witness took it in and put it in the ballot box. He said he was going to vote one more time for Ron Reagan. Do you have his address here? Yes, I have it here. That's his address on the top of my card. Yeah. And this is my son, his wife, son and daughter-in-law, their addresses. And they worked real hard to get you elected. Well, what's her name? Darla, D-A-R-M-R. D-A-R, that's a D, Darla. Well, I certainly will. I'd appreciate it. I'd like to state a letter to the President. As a matter of fact, I'd like to add a couple of things. Yes, you're right. I didn't see the talking part. Sorry. This is Julie Barty, her parents, and Bill Aramoni from the United Way. This is her parents, Gina, and Bob. Next to me, Mr. President. Mr. President, let's say again, sir. It's good to see you again. I'd like to give you the results from 1887 to 1974 to raise the first billion. It's taken us 10 years to raise the second billion. And thanks to your help and leadership, in the last two years we've raised $366 million additional dollars. Over 10 percent. And we thank you for giving the example you've given. Well, this is a little enough on my part. Congratulations for what you've done for this reaching the two billion dollar mark. Mr. President, Julie is with Loretta Lynn did two films for us at the age of five. They found she had a severe hearing problem. They took her to the United Way Agency.  And she went to a clinic and she got a hearing. They went through all the tests and went to training. And so we did a film with her when she was just five with Loretta Lynn and we just did another film with Loretta Lynn. Here it is 13 years later. She's just turned 18 and the world girls in a remarkable job. She's a champion runner, a competitor. I know that she has ambitions to for the Olympics and I hope very much that you make them. I think that's wonderful. The help that she's been, what you're doing and now to have that cream, the Olympics I think is wonderful. I wish you all success here is at the presidential seat. And you should have one too. Oh thank you Mr. President. Good seeing you and I thank you very much for the time. Appreciate it.


As the dissertation period approaches, the business school students seize the opportunity to showcase their proposals in the form of engaging posters. Our professors and PhD scholars offered valuable feedback, providing suggestions and helping them to refine their ideas. Here's what our students have to say about their experience. It helped me determine my concept and context. It also helped me to come up with my research questions and methodology. To me, the overall atmosphere was very positive. People from all over the campus came and gave me suggestions on my dissertation. So this event has given me an opportunity in terms of how to take my research question and methodology going forward for my dissertation. So I'm very grateful for this opportunity by the business school.


All right. Hello and welcome everyone. My name is Jay Bugha and I'm a UI engineer at HashiCorp. I work on the Nomad team. A quick fun fact about me is that I'm really new to web development. I learned how to code about three years ago, and I have less than a year of experience with Ember. I think that's an important story to mention in the very beginning. Today, I am covering element modifiers under the hood, and what I think the purpose of this talk isn't to make you some expert overnight. Instead, my goal is, I want to show you as someone who's new to Ember, here's how I think through problems, and what mental models I use to get myself unblocked. I think that's a very important thing, because when I first started developing, things started off and they were like a breeze at first. My tickets would be super well-defined and they would be well-scoped. It'd be like, hey, can you change the copy on this one view that we have? Could you give this component to makeover? Maybe we're reordering the markup that we have, and I was doing great at that. But then when there was a bigger challenge, like, hey, can you render a template based on authorization, or could you implement a bunch of special requests? Maybe have this component render outside of the normal DOM tree, and then make sure that it closes only when these events happen, and not these events. And then I would get stuck. And basically, the issue was that if I had documentation or tutorial, I could easily knock it out. But if it was anything beyond that, I would be stuck for a while. There's a lot of things that stump me on a pretty regular basis. I've inherited a code base of more than 70,000 lines of code that I didn't write, and the majority of it is still in the Ember classic pattern. So if I need to upgrade to Octane or I was up on Ember 3.20 up until maybe about two weeks ago. Now I've gotten to the latest version, but upgrading Ember or learning how to work with certain add-ons, those types of things were very difficult for me because I didn't have an understanding about how Ember was working. And not having that understanding meant that I would have to go to someone else for help. And I almost view it like there's this very big chasm between where someone like myself, a beginner product engineer, has to start solving bigger problems. And so I say this thing where in today's world, it's never been easier to stand your application up. Like building your app and getting something working is super fast today. But maintaining the application itself, that's where a lot of the challenge occurs. And being able to maintain an application is where I don't think that there's a lot of resources. And this talk is supposed to go through my mental model of how I think through that. And as I think about crossing this chasm or thinking about these situations where I'm starting to be attacked by things that I don't necessarily understand, I think about it very similar to like dragons that are attacking my city here. And when I think about dragons that are attacking my city, I think that I have a few options here. My first option is I can escape, which is the case of I can have one of my coworkers who are super knowledgeable come bail me out. That's one thing I can do. Another thing I can do is I can defend. I can choose to not upgrade any of these patterns that I'm seeing. I can just stick with the classic model. I can just stick with the pattern. I see somewhere else on the code base. Or my third option is I can learn how to use my tools and master them so that I can attack these dragons. I think usually it makes sense to play defense. I think a lot of times that's what we wanna do because we know that there's a lot of business value to technical debt and the fact that it's working in production right now. So why bother breaking it?  Or in my case, technical debt continues to accrue. And now it may get to a size where I always need to ask someone else to bail me out. Or it might even get to the size where the person that needs to come bail me out and is capable of bailing me out can no longer bail me out because the situation has gotten too bad. So that's why in this presentation, I'm really gonna focus on, how do I think through these things as I'm learning how to attain these dragons? This is my way of thinking about things. By no way is this perfect. By no way is this absolutely accurate. This is my system of thinking and how I solve the problems that I deal with on a regular basis. And some of it may not be absolute perfect to spec. So I just wanna keep that in mind because I'm a beginner and I'm a work in progress. But I think about things in three M's. So first, I wanna understand the model of what I'm looking at. And so in the case of element modifiers, I think we wanna go all the way up to glimmer, be able to understand glimmer just enough in context. The reason behind that is, when I'm going through Splunking because I just got through a bug, I'm wondering where should I look? When I understand the boundaries of what something does and doesn't do, that tells me how far I should be looking. That tells me what keywords I should be using. So that's why we come all the way up to the model. Have a solid understanding of it, but know that you're not supposed to be an expert on this stuff. Next thing is the mystery, the actual element modifier itself. What can it do? What can it not do? What are some things behind the scenes that we don't see? What's that mystery piece? Once I understand that, again, that's gonna tell me the boundaries of where I should be Splunking. And then lastly, there's the actual method itself saying, hey, I have some business requirement. How does that kind of compile down to what I know as a developer? What tools should I be looking out for? And that's gonna be that last step there. So my intention and outcome for this talk, there's a fourth M word that I really just don't like. And it's the word magic. And when I first started working in Ember or even like in web development general, if I tried to understand something that was beyond my level, everyone would just keep telling me that it was some magic. But the more you say the word magic, the more impositions are my feel. Because if I can't understand the magic, but it seems like you're able to, the senior developer, seems like you're a magician and I'm never gonna be there. Like I'm just gonna be someone in the crowd. So I do think that this is a word that I want people to stop using and to start explaining things in terms of JavaScript or in terms of what we know as developers so that it can be communicated in some way. Next, I wanna bridge the gap between product and infrastructure engineers. I view product engineers as someone who gets, you know, a set of user stories. They work with some business stakeholders and they build an application. Infrastructure engineers are working with the APIs that we have and they're thinking about, you know, they think a little bit about how browsers work. They might think a little bit about how hardware works and they definitely do think about how software fits into the mix here. Now, increasingly I do think that crossing that chasm of being able to work with different dependencies, build tools and all those other things that are gonna help you become an intermediate to advanced developer requires you to start thinking like that and you can't just have like that straight up product hat anymore. You have to think about how to solve some of those other issues even if you're not incentivized to solve them. Otherwise those dragons are gonna keep getting bigger. And then my third point is hopefully I can inspire and empower you to contribute to open source. Whether you're gonna contribute to documentation or whether you're gonna fix some low or high level bugs. I do think that if we're all using open source software we should try to contribute in some way, shape or form by helping with documentation, teaching or contributing to the APIs themselves. So that's what my intentions and outcomes are. So let's get into it. We have our first dragon here and our first dragon is Glimmer. So one of my biggest pet peeves when I was first learning Ember was that I kept seeing Glimmer when I was learning Ember and when I asked about what Glimmer was people said, don't worry about it, it's just magic. And that didn't help me at all because then I was stuck thinking, wondering whether my bug was related to Glimmer or not. So understanding Glimmer with first principles is important. I think about Glimmer with these first principles in mind. Number one, it compiles our templates into a JSON blob and its goal is to reduce over the wire size. I'll dive more into what that looks like when I cover what happens when we actually go to the browser. Number two, it's architected like a virtual machine and it has two main subsystems that we wanna keep track of. Number one are references. So anything that we're pointing to that isn't like a static value, it's a dynamic value. Number three, revision tags. These dynamic references, are they up to date or are they not up to date? And if they're not up to date, then we need to make sure that those values get recomputed. And then the third thing that we do is we render some DOM, right? So where we think about Glimmer is, it's helping us go from this stage of we've fetched information from our website and now we need to go paint what's on our screen. So in our browser, we have this client server paradigm. I'll go to twitter.com, I'll ping the Twitter server by way of just typing in twitter.com which makes that request. Twitter.com sends us some information back. They can send this information back in a few different ways. One way, the very popular way before single page applications came about was sending back a string of HTML which then gets parsed into a DOM tree and then paint it onto the DOM. Now a lot of front end frameworks are sending JavaScript over the wire but if we're sending JavaScript over some string of HTML, now we have a very expensive parsing operation. So the beauty of what Glimmer is doing is it's finding that happy medium between being able to parse that string of HTML or interpret what that JS is by way of making sure that we're just getting this huge JSON block which drastically reduces that size and it's super easy to read. So this is where Glimmer is helping us out. And I think it's pretty important to know what Glimmer is doing because now you feel confident about one part of the stack. Once you have confidence growing in one area, you start to have confidence that we'll build in other areas. So let's continue building out this mental model of what's going on in Glimmer. There's probably about six stages that I think about. Stage one where all of our handlebar files get compiled down in this pre-compile stage to this intermediate representation where we're gonna start to form this abstract syntax tree of what our DOM is going to look like. It'll be validated to make sure that we're sending back what we'll convert into a valid DOM later on. Then we'll have our build time compiler which will then create that JSON blob that I was referring to earlier. And then we're gonna have this module table where our template helpers and our element modifiers live that we're gonna reference. And then lastly, we're gonna paint our DOM and whenever we have updates happening, we have this runtime compiler that we'll be making sure that we're triggering the correct operations. And that's another big step that we need to understand about Glimmer with respect to beginner to intermediate level. Now that brings us into our next subject which are element modifiers, right? So our element modifiers are Ember's way of giving us DOM manipulation rather than us manipulating the DOM on our own which is something we probably don't wanna do. We wanna tap into Ember in order to do that. And using element modifiers, we number one, we attach event handlers to our elements. Number two, we can fire callback functions that are associated to the life cycle of an element. I'll tie into how we're able to do that in the next slide. Number three, we're gonna be able to manipulate element properties. So imagine I wanna dynamically change the attributes of the elements that I'm working with. Number four, I may wanna communicate with other elements inside or outside of the component that I'm working in by way of having a reference or being able to just attach an event listener to the entire DOM itself, which is what, I think some other Ember add-ons like Ember on outside click modifier, it's able to do something like that. In plain English, I think the big thing for beginners like myself is that if I wanna do something that's JavaScript-y inside of my template, I'll reach for an element modifier if I need to manipulate the attributes of an element dynamically, or if I need to fire off some side effect after alongside my events on some type of input event, whether it be some mouse events or an input event like the key down or keystroke. And then I'll use a template helper in the event I wanna fire off some custom JavaScript logic that's gonna yield out a property. Maybe I wanna display a property in its correct date format. I may be able to just use a quick template helper in order to do that. So that's what an element modifier is and the types of things that it helps us do. How are they created? So Ember has exposed this API for working with managers that we don't need to touch. This is the modifier manager, but I think the important thing to know is that we have this manager pattern and the manager pattern is when we have an object that's responsible for coordinating the lifecycle events for its underlying property. And we have a lifecycle with element modifiers that we can tap into. We have its creation. So when it actually is being registered into our application, when once it's registered into our application that allows us to tap into Ember's dependency injection system. Then there's when we actually invoke it or install it once the element is painted onto the DOM. There's what we do when any of the properties that we're relying on. So maybe arguments that we've passed into our element modifier update. And then of course, if that element is being removed off from the DOM, we wanna make sure to destroy any listeners we have and avoid any stale closure that we might run into. If we wanna create our own modifier, Ember has released a high level wrapper around that low level API that I just talked about with the modifier manager and the modifier itself. So why don't we take a look at what that looks like right now. So at a glance, we see that we're importing from another module and there's a function and we have this higher order function of a modifier. It's gonna take a function as its parameter. And that function itself, this callback function that we see being executed here, that function itself has a function signature where it can take three inputs. The first input that it's guaranteed to take is the element that it's going to be attached to based on whatever reference we currently have, which I think is very important to make sure that we're working with an element that's actually on the DOM. Next, we have positional arguments. So it's arguments that would be in a particular order that do not have a name. And then it could take a third optional parameter of named arguments that we may wanna use later on. And then this function itself is also a higher order function in the sense that it returns out a function on its own. That function that it returns out is what will be fired once we hit the destroy part of the life cycle. So this is whenever we're planning to do some cleanup effect. And we wanna do a cleanup effect in the event that we have something we're subscribing to. So we're subscribing to an event by way of an event listener. When it's time to tear down, we wanna make sure to remove that so that we don't have those listeners just hanging around everywhere. All right, so that's like the quick way to understand that. So now we've just gotten through two of our big models here. First, we understand the model of where Glimmer fits into the mix. Now we understand when we wanna reach for an element modifier, what API is gonna help us use it, and the signature of the function that we're gonna use to go ahead and create that API. So that's awesome. So now we have our final dragon. This is dealing with business requirements. This is usually the place where I normally wanna give up because I can understand how things work, but then I have all this code that I need to deal with. And in this case, this is why you wanna have a very strong understanding of the model and the mystery of the APIs that you're using so you know what your best solution is gonna be and how you can get to that optimal solution. So in our situation, we're gonna try to create our own accessibility modifier. And there's a quick note that I wanna make is that I am probably only one to two Google searches ahead of you on understanding accessibility. Up until this talk, I had only thought about accessibility as enabling screen readers and I was totally wrong. So there's two quick pieces that I wanna share. So number one, sometimes the apps that we're making are gonna end up turning into more of an obstacle for folks than a convenience for other people. And I do think that later on, you're gonna see this amazing presentation from Zoe about space jamming accessibility and you're gonna be able to say, wow, this new website doesn't seem as if it's as convenient as the old version of this other website and they'll walk you through why that's the case. So I think that's one important note to have. The other important note is that when we talk about accessibility, we're not just talking about visual accessibility. Sometimes it can appear in motor and cognitive limitations as well. If you wanna learn more, there's tons of resources at W3C. So you can go to w3.org forward slash W-A-I or you can click that full link right there. You'll see a full guide for developers and you'll even see tutorials on how we create certain very common UI elements that all come together. So the example we're gonna work with today is gonna be creating a more accessible dropdown menu. That's what we're going to try to create. So the way that I'm doing that as someone that's super new to development is I'm gonna turn this into a user story. So as a user with motor limitations, I'd like the dropdown menu to stay visible long enough so that I can read and select the dropdown menu item. And an acceptance criteria that we have for this is that our dropdown menu should stay open for about 0.8 seconds. I don't know where I got that number from. I may, maybe I just picked it because it was a memorable number to be honest rather than one. So now that is our user story. So let's get to our demo application now, all right? I'm gonna exit out a full screen and here we have our demo app. And this demo app is made to be, you know, just what the nav bar of like another Ember agency would look like. And so once we come over services, we see that there's a few other pages that show up underneath here. But the second I stop hovering over this goes away which I'm not fast enough to do that or, you know, I might have a little bit of a shaky hand. So how can I do that? So now let's come over to our actual application. And one of the first things that we're gonna wanna do here is we're gonna want to install Ember modifiers. So let's go ahead and do that. I'm gonna kill this server first and I'm killing it because once I add an Ember package that's like, it's normally like a build time concern. So I'm gonna go ahead and install this. Okay, so I'll say Ember install, Ember modifier. And I'm pretty sure that is the case. It looks like we already have this installed thankfully. I think I probably should hit that pause button real quick. All right, great. And so now my next move is I'm gonna go ahead and create a brand new modifier. And so the way that I'll do that is I'll say Ember generate modifier and I'll call this modifier hover. And so now let's think through our solution real quick. So I have, you know, I have this property that when I hover over this, we'll start to show the list that's underneath it. And so it looks like, you know, if I take a look at this CSS that whenever we hover we're gonna show this property. Instead, we may wanna turn that into some CSS class. So that's how I'm thinking about creating this modifier. And so let's come over here and let's write a quick modifier for ourselves. So the first thing that we're gonna wanna do is we're going to want to add an event listener that will hook into our mouse over as well as our mouse out. And so I'm gonna just use what we would see from W3C on how they would go ahead and solve an issue like this. So we're gonna add this event listener and this event listener is going to happen on mouse over right. And now let's go ahead and let's create our callback here. And so we will add to our element class name. We're gonna change this a little bit from has sub menu to also have this open property. And then this will also mean that we need to change some of our CSS. Also gonna wanna clear our timer. Amazing. And now we'll probably have this second element modifier here or this event listener for what's gonna happen on mouse out. And this will remove that name out for us so that we don't need to worry about it, but we're gonna do that on a timer. So the new suite. Now let's come over here. Let's get this actually into a timeout. Okay, so timeout, this will be some function here. And we will do that every 800 seconds or every 0.8 seconds. This looks like this work just fine. This probably just needs a semi-colon or does it need a comma because that's over. Okay, sweet. This is probably just an issue with my linter yelling at me. And all right, sweet. And now let's make sure that when this function returns that we're removing these. So let's get two of these event listeners. So comment.remove event listener and let's do this first one on our mouseover. And then of course we'll have this effect run. And then let's go ahead and do this once more. Mouse out. Okay, sweet. And now let's just make sure that these remove these. Sweet. And I'm pretty sure if I just run yarn lint fix after saving this that this file will look just fine. All right, amazing. And now we probably just have one more change to make here to make sure that we factor in for our open class. And now we'll add this into our template where it's needed. So we can add this modifier right into here. We just need to make sure that, you know that our element modifier has registered itself. Okay, it looks like this isn't registering just yet. Let's debug what the case of that could be. My first guess is that this is occurring because we just need to go ahead and rebuild. Let's give this a rebuild. Okay, yep. And all we needed to do was trigger that rebuild. So now we'll hover over here and we will move over and we see that this is open for about a good second here. So now there we have it. All it took was creating this element modifier right here and then using this directly in the element space that we have available. Now, of course, this could be refactored a little bit so that this could be more generic, that it can be a little bit dynamic as well. And I don't want you thinking that, oh my gosh this was such a long walk for a short drink of water because although it does feel like it was a long walk for a short drink of water what I do think is super important is that we need to be able to learn how to tame the dragon that you're dealing with. And so my system for going about doing that as a total Ember Nude is being able to say, okay well, if I have this business requirement well, how do I do X in Ember? So how do I fire a callback after the user takes some action in Ember? Well, now I know the answer to that is an element modifier. And if I go one step above that to say, okay well, what's above an element modifier? And I start my understanding saying, hmm what do I need to know about Glimmer that is in the context of an element modifier? Now, what do I need to know about element modifiers and how they work one level deeper than what I would do maybe akin to what a library author would have to know. Then my job becomes a lot easier because now I know where to look to debug I also know how to start dealing with some of the larger issues that I'm facing with. And instead of retreating or trying to escape the city I still feel confident to attack that dragon which allows me to feel like I'm beginning to master Ember that I'm much more autonomous and that I do have a greater sense of purpose. So hopefully that'll allow you to do the same. I wanna leave you on one note here. You know, and I said the same thing at Emberfest which is when I was first getting started learning was very difficult for me. And I do notice that a lot of people do read the RFCs and there is a very good RFC culture here which is pretty amazing. But when you read, you read to collect the dots and then when you write out into the world you're able to connect the dots. So I do think it's super important to make sure that you're contributing back whether it's a blog or a conference talk to explain how you're thinking about these types of issues from your perspective because it'll really help a beginner like myself. And then my last note here, again, my name is Jay Bugga, UI engineer at HashiCorp and one big thing that I'm really gonna try to do over the course of the next year is create a free course on UI patterns for understanding glimmer. And then hopefully eventually one day down the line I'll have my own Ember course. But that's down the line. Thank you again, everyone. Appreciate everyone sticking through all the way to the tail end for this. All right, have a good one.


Chapter 4 of Work, A Story of Experience. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Darla Ely. Work, A Story of Experience by Louisa May Elcott. Chapter 4, Governance. During the next few weeks, Christy learned the worth of many things which she had valued very lightly until then. Health became a boon too precious to be trifled with. Life assumed a deeper significance when death's shadow fell upon its light, and she discovered that dependence might be made indurable by the sympathy of unsuspected friends. Lucy waited upon her with a remorseful devotion which touched her very much and won entire forgiveness for the past, long before it was repentently implored. All her comrades came with offers of help and affectionate regrets. Several, whom she had most disliked, now earned her gratitude by the kindly thoughtfulness which filled her sick room with fruit and flowers, supplied carriages for the convalescent, and paid her doctor's bill without her knowledge. Thus Christy learned, like many another needy member of the gay profession, that though often extravagant and jovial in their way of life, these men and women give as freely as they spend, wear warm true hearts under their motley, and make misfortune only another link in the bond of good fellowship which binds them loyally together. Slowly Christy gathered her energies after weeks of suffering and took up her life again, grateful for the gift, and anxious to be more worthy of it. Looking back upon the past, she felt that she had made a mistake and lost more than she had gained in those three years. Others might lead that life of alternate excitement and hard work unharmed, but she could not. The very ardor and insight which gave power to the actress made that mimic life unsatisfactory to the woman, for hers was an earnest nature that took fast hold of whatever task she gave herself to do, and lived in it heartily while duty made it right, or novelty lent at charms. But when she saw the error of a step, the emptiness of a belief, with a like earnestness, she tried to retrieve the one and to replace the other with a better substitute. In the silence of wakeful nights and the solitude of quiet days, she took counsel with her better self, condemned the reckless spirit which had possessed her, and came at last to the decision which conscience prompted and much thought confirmed. The stage is not the place for me, she said. I have no genius to glorify the drudgery, keep me from temptation, and repay me for any sacrifice I make. Other women can lead this life safely and happily. I cannot, and I must not go back to it because with all my past experience, and in spite of my present good resolutions, I should do no better, and I might do worse. I am not wise enough to keep steady there. I must return to the old ways, dull but safe, and plot along till I find my real place at work. Great was the surprise of Lucy and her mother when Christy told her resolution, adding in a whisper to the girl, I leave the field clear for you, dear, and will dance at your wedding with all my heart when Saint George asks you to play the honeymoon with him, as I am sure he will be for long. Many entreaties from friends as well as secret longings tried and tempted Christy sorely, but she withstood them all, carried her point, and renounced the profession she could not follow without self-injury and self-reproach. The season was nearly over when she was well enough to take her place again, but she refused to return, relinquished her salary, sold her wardrobe, and never crossed the threshold of the theatre after she had said goodbye. Then she asked, what's next, and was speedily answered. An advertisement for a governess met her eye, which seemed to combine the two things she most needed just then—employment and change of air. Mind you don't mention that you've been an actress or it will be all up with you, my dear," said Mrs. Black, as Christy prepared to investigate the matter, for since her last effort in the line she had increased her knowledge of music and learned French enough to venture teaching it to very young pupils. I'd rather tell in the beginning, for if you keep anything back it's sure to pop out when you least expect or want it. I don't believe these people will care as long as I'm respectable and teach well," returned Christy, wishing she looked stronger and rosier. You'll be sorry if you do tell, warned Mrs. Black, who knew the ways of the world. I shall be sorry if I don't," laughed Christy, and so she was in the end. L. N. Saltonstall was the name on the door, and L. N. Saltonstall's servant was so leisurely about answering Christy's meek solo on the bell that she had time to pull out her bonnet strings half a dozen times before a very black man in a very white jacket condescended to conduct her to his mistress. A frail tea-colored lady appeared, displaying such a small proportion of women to such a large proportion of purple and fine linen that she looked as if she was literally as well as figuratively, dressed to death. Christy went to the point in a business-like manner that seemed to suit Mrs. Saltonstall, because it saved so much trouble, and she replied with a languid affability. I wish some want to teach the children a little, for they are getting too old to be left entirely to nurse. I am anxious to get to the tea-shore as soon as possible, for they have been poorly all winter, and my own health has suffered. Do you feel inclined to try the place, and what compensation do you require? Christy had but a vague idea of what wages were usually paid to nursery governesses, and hesitatingly named a sum, which seemed reasonable to her, but was so much less than any other applicant had asked that Mrs. Saltonstall began to think she could not do better than secure this cheap young person who looked firm enough to manage her rebellious son and heir, and well-bred enough to begin the education of a little fine lady. Her winter had been an extravagant one, and she could economize in the governess better perhaps than elsewhere, so she decided to try Christy and get out of town at once. Your terms are quite satisfactory, Miss Devon, and if my brother approves I think we will consider the matter settled. Perhaps he would like to see the children? They are little darlings, and you will soon be fond of them, I am sure. The bell was rung, an order given, and presently appeared an eight-year-old boy so excessively scotch in his costume that he looked like an animated checkerboard, and a little girl who presented the appearance of a miniature opera dancer staggering under the weight of an immense sash.   It was so sadly unchildlike. What is your name, dear? she asked, laying her hand on the young lady's head. The lamina tamatina thought and thought, he mustn't touch my hair, it's just hurled, was the somewhat embarrassing reply. Mines Louis Polian thought and thought, like Papas, volunteered the other young person, and Christy privately wondered if the possession of names nearly as long as themselves was not a burden to the poor dears.  If she had proposed corporal punishment on the spot, it could not have caused greater dismay. Willamina cast herself upon the floor passionately, declaring that she didn't tutty, and Sultanstahl, Jr., retreated precipitately to the door, and from that refuge defied the whole race of governesses and nasty lessons jointly. There, run away to Justine. They are sadly out of sorts and quite pining for sea air, said Mama with both hands at her ears, for the war cries of her darlings were piercing as they departed, proclaiming their wrongs while swarming upstairs with a skirmish on each landing. With a few more words Christy took leave and scandalized the sable retainer by smiling all through the hall and laughing audibly as the door closed. The contrast of the plaid boy and beruffled girl's irritability with their mother's languid affection and her own unfortunate efforts was too much for her. In the middle of her merriment she paused suddenly, saying to herself, I never told about my acting. I must go back and have it settled. She retraced a few steps, then turned and went on again, thinking, No, for once I'll be guided by other people's advice and let well alone. Anult arrived soon after bidding Miss Devon consider herself engaged, and desiring her to join the family at the boat on Monday next. At the appointed time Christy was on board and looked about for her party. Mrs. Saltinstall appeared in the distance with her family about her, and Christy took a survey before reporting herself. Madame looked more like a fashion plate than ever in a mass of green flounces and an impressive bonnet flushed with poppies and bristling with wheat ears. Beside her sat a gentleman, wrapped in a newspaper, of course, for to an American man life is a burden till the daily news have been absorbed. Mrs. Saltinstall's brother was the possessor of a handsome eye without softness, thin lips without benevolence, but plenty of will, a face and figure which some thirty-five years of ease and pleasure had done their best to polish and spoil, and a costume without flaw, from his aristocratic boots to the summer hat on his head. The little boy more chuckered, and the little girl more operatic than before, sat on stools eating bonbons while a French maid and the African footman hovered in the background, feeling very much like a meek gray moth among a flock of butterflies Christy modestly presented herself. Good morning, said Madame with an odd, which, slight as it was, caused a great commotion among the poppies and the wheat. I began to be anxious about you, Mrs. Devon, my brother, Mr. Fletcher. The gentleman bowed, and as Christy sat down he got up, saying as he sauntered away with a bored expression, Will you have the paper, Charlotte? There's nothing in it. As Mrs. Saltinstall seemed going to sleep and she felt delicate about addressing the irritable infants in public, Christy amused herself by watching Mr. Fletcher as he roamed listlessly about, and deciding, in her usual rash way, that she did not like him, because he looked both lazy and cross, and and we was evidently his bosom friend. Soon, however, she forgot everything but the shimmer of the sunshine on the sea, the fresh wind that brought color to her pale cheeks, and the happy thoughts that left a smile upon her lips. Then Mr. Fletcher put up his glass and stared at her, shook his head, and said as he lit a cigar.  But Christy needed no pity and thought herself a fortunate young woman, when fairly established in her corner of the luxurious apartments occupied by the family. The woody seemed light compared to those she had left, her dreams were almost as bright as of old, and the new life looked pleasant to her, for she was one of those who could find little bits of happiness for herself and enjoy them heartily in spite of loneliness or neglect. One of her amusements was studying her companions, and for a time has occupied her, for Christy possessed penetration and effeminate fancy for finding out people. Mrs. Salton Stahl's mission appeared to be the illustration of each new fashion as it came, and she performed it with a devotion worthy of a better cause. If a color reigned supreme, she flushed herself with scarlet, or faded into primrose, made herself pretty in the bluest of blue gowns, or turned livid under a gooseberry-colored bonnet. Her hat-brims went up or down, were preposterously wide, or dwindled to an inch as the mode demanded. Her skirts were rampant with sixteen frills, or picturesque with landscapes down each side, and a Greek border or a plain hem. Her waists were as pointed as those of Queen Bess, or as short as Diana's, and it was the opinion of those who knew her that if the autocrat who ruled her life decreed the wearing of black cats as well as of vegetables, bugs, and birds, the blackest, glossiest puss procurable for money would have adorned her head in some way. Her time was spent in dressing, driving, dining, and dancing, in skimming novels and embroidering muslin, going to church with a velvet prayer-book and a new bonnet, and writing to her husband when she wanted money. For she had a husband somewhere abroad, who so happily combined business with pleasure that he never found time to come home. Her children were inconvenient blessings, but she loved them with the love of a shallow heart, and took such good care of their little bodies that there was none left for their little souls. A few days' trial satisfied her as to Christie's capabilities, and relieved of that anxiety she gave herself up to her social duties, leaving the ocean and the governess to make the summer wholesome and agreeable to the darlings. Mr. Fletcher, having tried all sorts of pleasure and found that, like his newspaper, there was nothing in it, was now paying the penalty for that unsatisfactory knowledge. Ill health soured his temper and made his life a burden to him. Having few resources within himself to fall back upon, he was very dependent upon other people, and other people were so busy amusing themselves, they seemed to find little time or inclination to amuse a man who had never troubled himself about them. He was rich, but while his money could hire a servant to supply each want, gratify each caprice, it could not buy a tender faithful friend to serve for love, and ask no wages but his comfort. He knew this, and felt the vain regret that inevitably comes to those who waste life and learn the value of good gifts by their loss. But he was not wise or brave enough to bear his punishment manfully, and lay the lesson honestly to heart. Fretful and imperious went in pain, listless and selfish went at ease. His one aim in life was now to kill time, and anything that aided him in this was most gratefully welcomed. For a long while he took no more notice of Christy than if she had been a shadow, seldom speaking beyond the necessary salutations, and merely carrying his finger to his hat-bram when he passed her on the beach with the children. Her first dislike was softened by pity when she found he wasn't invalid, but she troubled herself very little about him, and made no romances with him for all her dreams were of younger, nobler lovers. Busied with her own affairs the days, though monotonous, were not unhappy. She prospered in her work, and the children soon believed in her as devoutly as young Turks in their prophet. She devised amusements for herself as well as for them, walked, bathed, drove, and robbed with the little people till her own eyes shone like theirs. Her cheek grew rosy, and her thin figure rounded with the promise of vigorous health again. Christy was at her best that summer, physically speaking, for sickness had refined her face, given it that indescribable expression which pain often leaves upon accountants, as if in compensation for the bloom it takes away. The frank eyes had a softer shadow in their depths. The firm lips smiled less often, but when it came the smile was the sweeter for the gravity that went before, and in her voice there was a new undertone of that subtle music called sympathy, which steals into the heart and nestles there. She was unconscious of this gracious change, but others saw and felt it, and to some a face bright with health, intelligence, and modesty was more attractive than mere beauty. Thanks to this, and her quiet cordial manners, she found friends here and there to add charms to that summer by the sea. The dashing young men took no more notice of her than if she had been a little gray peep on the sands. Not so much for they shot peeps now and then, but a governess was not worth bringing down. The fashionable bells and beauties were not even aware of her existence, being too entirely absorbed in their yearly husband-hunt to think of anyone but themselves and their prey. The dowagers had more interesting topics to discuss, and found nothing in Christie's humble fortunes worthy of a thought, for they liked their gossips strong and highly flavored, like their tea. But a kind-hearted girl or two found her out, several lively old maids as full of the romance of the past as ancient novels. A bashful boy, three or four invalids, and all the children, for Christie had a motherly heart and could find charms in the plainest, crossest baby that ever squalled. Of her old friends she saw nothing, as her theatrical ones were off on their vacations. Hepsy had left her place for one in another city, and Aunt Betsy seldom wrote. But one day a letter came, telling her that the dear old lady would never write again, and Christie felt as if her nearest and dearest friend was lost. She had gone away to a quiet spot among the rocks to get over her first grief alone, but found it very hard to check her tears as memory brought back the past, tunderly recalling every kind act, every loving word, and familiar scene. She seldom wept, but when anything did unseal the fountains that lay so deep, she cried with all her heart and felt the better for it.  When steps startled her and looking up she saw Mr. Fletcher regarding her with an astonished countenance from under his big son umbrella. Something in the flushed wet face with its tremulous lips and great tears rolling down seemed to touch even lazy Mr. Fletcher, for he furled his umbrella with unusual rapidity, and came up saying anxiously, My dear Miss Devon, what's the matter? Are you hurt? Has Mrs. S. been scolding, or had the children been too much for you? No, oh no, it's bad news from home! And Christie's head went down again, for a kind word was more than she could bear just then. Someone ill, I fancy. I'm sorry to hear it, but you must hope for the best, you know," replied Mr. Fletcher, really quite exerting himself to remember and present this well-worn consolation. There is no hope, and Betsey's dead! Dear me, that's very sad! Mr. Fletcher tried not to smile as Christie sobbed out the old-fashioned name, but a minute afterward there were actually tears in his eyes, for, as if won by his sympathy, she poured out the only little story of Aunt Betsey's life and love unconsciously pronouncing the kind old lady's best epitaph in the unaffected grief that made her broken words so eloquent. For a minute Mr. Fletcher forgot himself, and felt as he remembered feeling long ago when a warm-hearted boy he had comforted his little sister for a lost kitten or a broken doll. It was a new sensation, therefore interesting and agreeable while it lasted, and when it vanished, which it speedily did, he sighed, then shrugged his shoulders and wished the girl would stop crying like a water-spout. It's hard, but we all have to bear it, you know, and sometimes I fancy if half the pity we give the dead, who don't need it, was given to the living, who do, they'd bear their troubles more comfortably. I know I should," added Mr. Fletcher, returning to his own afflictions, and vaguely wondering if anyone would cry like that when he departed this life. Christy minded little what he said, for his voice was pitiful and it comforted her. She dried her tears, put back her hair, and thanked him with a grateful smile, which gave him another pleasant sensation. For though young ladies showered smiles upon him with mid-summer radiance, they seemed cool and pale beside the sweet sincerity of this one given by a girl whose eyes were red with tender tears. That's right, cheer up, take a little run on the beach and forget all about it," he said with a heartiness that surprised himself as much as it did Christy. I will. Thank you. Please don't speak of this. I'm used to bearing my troubles alone, and time will help me to do it cheerfully. That's brave. If I can do anything, let me know, and she'll be most happy, and Mr. Fletcher evidently meant what he said. Christy gave him another grateful thank you, then picked up her hat and went away along the sands to try his prescription. While Mr. Fletcher walked the other way, so wrapped in thought that he forgot to put up his umbrella till the end of his aristocratic nose was burnt a deep red. That was the beginning of it, for when Mr. Fletcher found a new amusement he usually pursued it regardless of consequences. Christy took his pity for what it was worth and thought no more of that little interview, for her heart was very heavy, but he remembered it. And when they met on the beach next day, wondered how the governess would behave, she was reading as she walked, and with a mute acknowledgement of his nod, tranquilly turned a page and read on without a pause, a smile, or change of color. Mr. Fletcher laughed as he strolled away, but Christy was all the more amusing for her one of coquetry, and soon after he tried her again. The great hotel was all a stir one evening with bustle, light and music, for the young people had a hop, as an appropriate entertainment for a melting July night. With no taste for such folly, even if health had not forbidden it, Mr. Fletcher lounged about the piazzas, tantalizing the fair fowlers who spread their nets for him, and goading sundry desperate spinsters to despair by his erratic movements. Coming to a quiet nook, where a long window gave a fine view of the brilliant scene, he found Christy leaning in, with a bright, wistful face, while her hand kept time to the enchanting music of a waltz. Wisely watching the lunatics instead of joining in their antics, he said, sitting down with a sigh.  I'm very fond of that sort of insanity, but there is no place for me in bedlam at present. I dare say I can find you one, if you care to try it. I don't indulge myself, and Mr. Fletcher's eye went from the rose and Christy's brown hair to the silvery folds of her best gown put on merely for the pleasure of wearing it, because everyone else was in festival array. She shook her head. No, thank you. Governesses are very kindly treated in America, but ballrooms like that are not for them. I enjoy looking on, fortunately, so I have my share of fun after all. I shan't get any complaints out of her, plucky little soul. I rather like that," said Mr. Fletcher to himself, and finding his seat comfortable, the corner cool, and his companion pleasant to look at with the moonlight doing its best for her. He went on talking for his own satisfaction. Christy would rather have been left in peace, but fancying that he did it out of kindness to her and that she had done him injustice before. She was grateful now and exerted herself to seem so, in which endeavor she succeeded so well that Mr. Fletcher proved he could be a very agreeable companion when he chose. He talked well, and Christy was a good listener. Soon interest conquered her reserve. And she ventured to ask a question, make a criticism, or express an opinion in her own simple way. Unconsciously she peaked the curiosity of the man, for though he knew many lovely, wise, and witty women, he had never chanced to meet with one like this before. And novelty was the desire of his life. Of course he did not find moonlight, music, and agreeable chat as delightful as she did, but there was something animating in the fresh face opposite, something flattering in the eager interest she showed, and something most attractive in the glimpses unconsciously given him of a nature genuine in its womanly sincerity and strength. Something about this girl seemed to appeal to the old self, so long neglected that he thought it dead. He could not analyze the feeling, but was conscious of a desire to seem better than he was as he looked into those honest eyes, to talk well that he might bring that frank smile to the lips that grew either sad or scornful when he tried worldly gossip or bitter satire, and to prove himself a man under all the elegance and polish of the gentleman. He was discovering then what Christy learned when her turn came, that fine nature seldom fail to draw out the finer traits of those who approached them, and as the little witch hazel wand, even in the hand of a child, detects some points to hidden springs and unsuspected spots. Women often possess this gift, and when used worthily find it as powerful as beauty, for, if less alluring, it is more lasting and more helpful, since it appeals not to the senses, but the souls of men. Christy was one of these, and in proportion as her own nature was sound and sweet, so was its power as a touchstone for the genuineness of others. It was this unconscious gift that made her wonder at the unexpected kindness she found in Mr. Fletcher, and this which made him, for an hour or two at least, heartily wish he could live his life over again and do it better. After that evening Mr. Fletcher spoke to Christy when he met her, turned and joined her sometimes as she walked with the children, and fell into the way of lounging near when she sat reading aloud to an invalid friend on Piazza or Seashore. Christy much preferred to have no auditor but kind Miss Tudor, but finding the old lady enjoyed his chat she resigned herself, and when he brought them new books as well as himself she became quite cordial. Everybody sauntered and lounged, so no one minded the little group that met day after day among the rocks. Christy read aloud while the children reveled in sand, shells, and puddles.  A week or two of this new caprice set Christy to thinking. She knew that Uncle Philip was not fond of the darlings. It was evident that good Miss Tudor with her mild twaddle and internal knitting was not the attraction, so she was forced to believe that he came for her sake alone. She laughed at herself for this fancy at first, but not possessing the sweet unconsciousness of those heroines who can live through three volumes with a burning passion before their eyes and never see it till the proper moment comes and Eugene goes down upon his knees. She soon felt sure that Mr. Fletcher found her society agreeable and wished her to know it.  Poor man, he has so few pleasures I'm sure I needn't grudge him such a small one as looking at and listening to me if he likes it. She said to herself one day as she was preparing for her daily stroll with unusual care. But how will it end? If he only wants a mild flirtation he will welcome to it, but if he really cares for me I must make up my mind about it and not deceive him. I don't believe he loves me, how can he? Such an insignificant creature as I am. Here she looked in the glass and as she looked the color deepened in her cheek her eyes shone and a smile would sit upon her lips for the reflection showed her a very winning face under the coquettish hat put on to captivate. Don't be foolish, Christy, mind what you do and be sure vanity doesn't elude you, for you are only a woman, and in tidings of this sort we are so blind and silly. I'll think of this possibility soberly, but I won't flirt. And then whichever way I decide I shall have nothing to reproach myself with. Armed with this virtuous resolution, Christy sternly replaced the pretty hat with her old brown one, fastened up a becoming curl, which of late she had worn behind her ear, and put on a pair of stout rusty boots much fitter for rocks and sand than a smart slipper she was preparing to sacrifice. Then she trudged away to Miss Tudor, bent on being very quiet and reserved, as became a meek and lowly governess. But, dear heart, how feeble are the resolutions of woman-kind! When she found herself sitting in her favorite nook, with the wide blue sea glittering below, the fresh wind making her blood dance in her veins, and all the earth and sky so full of summer life and loveliness, her heart would sing for joy, her face would shine with the mere bliss of living, and underneath all this natural content the new thought, half confessed yet very sweet, would whisper, Somebody cares for me. If she had doubted it, the expression of Mr. Fletcher's face that morning would have dispelled the doubt, for, as she read, he was saying to himself, Yes, this healthful, cheery, helpful creature is what I want to make life pleasant. Everything else is used up. Why not try this, and make the most of my last chance? She does me good, and I don't seem to get tired of her. I can't have a long life, they tell me, nor an easy one, with the devil to pay, with my vitals generally. So it would be a wise thing to provide myself with a good tempered, faithful soul to take care of me, my fortune would pay for loss of time, and my death leave her a bonny widow. I won't be rash, but I think I'll try it. With this mixture of tender, selfish, and regretful thoughts in his mind, it is no wonder Mr. Fletcher's eyes betrayed him as he lay looking at Christie. Never had she read so badly, for she could not keep her mind on her book. It would wander to that new and troublesome fancy of hers. She could not help thinking that Mr. Fletcher must have been a handsome man before he was so ill, wondering if his temper was very bad, and fancying that he might prove both generous and kind, and true to one who loved and served him well. At this point she was suddenly checked by a slip of the tongue that covered her with confusion. She was reading John Halifax, and instead of saying, Phineas Fletcher, she said Philip, and then colored to her forehead, and lost her place. Miss Tudor did not mind it, but Mr. Fletcher laughed, and Christie thanked Heaven that her face was half hidden by the old brown hat. Nothing was said, but she was much relieved to find that Mr. Fletcher had joined a yachting party next day, and he would be away for a week. During that week Christie thought over the matter, and fancied she had made up her mind. She recalled certain speeches she had heard, and which had more weight with her than she suspected. One dowager had said to another, Piaf intends to marry.   Clara could not do better, and I should be quite content to give her to him. Well, dear, I should be sorry to see my Augusta his wife, for whoever he marries will be a perfect slave to him. His fortune would be a nice thing if he did not live long. But even for that my Augusta shall not be sacrificed. Returned the other matron, whose Augusta had vainly tried to captivate Piaf, and revenged herself by calling him a wreck, my dear, a perfect wreck. At another time Christie heard some girls discussing the eligibility of several gentlemen, and Mr. Butcher was considered the best match among them. You can do anything you like with a husband a good deal older than yourself. He's happy with his business, his club, and his dinner, and leaves you to do what you please. Just keep him comfortable, and he'll pay your bills without much fuss. Said one young thing who had seen life at twenty. I take him if I had the chance, just because everybody wants him. Don't admire him a particle, but it will make a jolly stir whenever he does marry, and I wouldn't mind having a hand in it. Said the second budding bell. I take him for the diamonds alone. Mama says they are splendid, and have been in the family for ages. He won't let Mrs. S. wear them, for they always go to the eldest son's wife. Hope he'll choose a handsome woman who will show them off well. Said a third sweet girl, glancing at her own fine neck. He won't. He'll take some pokey old maid who will cuddle him when he is sick, and keep out of his way when he is well. Maybe if he don't. I saw him dawdling round with old tutor. Perhaps he means to take her. She's a capital nurse, got ill herself taking care of her father, you know. Perhaps he's after the governess. She's rather nice-looking, though she hasn't a bit of style. Gracious, no. She's a dowdy thing, always trailing round with a book and those horrid children. No danger of his marrying her. A derisive laugh seemed to settle that question beyond a doubt. Oh, indeed, said Christie as the girls went trooping out of the bath-house where this pleasing chatter had been carried on regardless of listeners. She called them mercenary, worldly, unwominly flirts, and felt herself much their superior. Yet the memory of their gossip haunted her and had its influence upon her decision, though she thought she came to it through her own good judgment and discretion. If he really cares for me, I will listen and not refuse till I know him well enough to decide I am tired of being alone and should enjoy ease and pleasure so much. He's going abroad for the winter, and that would be charming. I'll try not to be worldly-minded and merry without love, but it does look tempting to a poor soul like me. So Christie made up her mind to accept if this promotion was offered her and while she waited went through so many alternations of feeling, and was so harassed by doubts and fears that she sometimes found herself wishing it had never occurred to her. Mr. Fletcher, meantime, with the help of many meditative cigars, was making up his mind. Absence only proved to him how much he needed a better time-caller than billiards, horses, or newspapers, for the long, listless days seemed endless without the cheerful governess to tone him up, like a new and agreeable sort of bitters. A gradually increasing desire to secure this satisfaction had taken possession of him, and the thought of always having a pleasant companion with no nerves, nonsense, or affection about her was an inviting idea to a man tired of fashionable follies and tormented with the ennui of his own society. The gossip, wonder, and chagrin such a step would cause rather pleased his fancy. The excitement of trying almost the only thing as yet untried allured him, and deeper than all the desire to forget the past in a better future led him to Christy by the nobler instincts that never wholly die in any soul. He wanted her as he had wanted many other things in his life, and had little doubt that he could have her for the asking. Even if love was not abounding, surely his fortune, which hitherto had procured him all he wished, except health and happiness, could buy him a wife when his friends made better bargains every day. So, having settled the question, he came home again, and everyone said the trip had done him a world of good. Christy sat in her favorite nook one bright September morning with the inevitable children hunting hapless crabs in a pool nearby. A book lay on her knee, but she was not reading. Her eyes were looking far across the blue waste before her with an eager gaze, and her face was bright with some happy thought. The sound of approaching steps disturbed her reverie, and recognizing them she plunged into the heart of the story, reading as if utterly absorbed, till a shadow fell a-thwart the page and the voice she had expected to hear asked blandly. What book now, Miss Devon? Jane Eyre, sir. Mr. Fletcher sat down just where her hat brim was no screen, pulled off his gloves, and leisurely composed himself for a comfortable lounge. Mr. Lester, he asked presently. Not a very high one. Then you think Jane was a fool to love and try to make a saint of him, I suppose. I like Jane, but never can forgive her marrying that man as I have not much faith in the saints such sinners make. But don't you think a man who had only follies to regret might expect a good woman to lend him a hand and make him happy? If he has wasted his life make the consequences and be contact with pity and indifference instead of respect and love. Many good women do lend a hand, as you say, and it is quite Christian and amiable, I have no doubt, but I cannot think it a fair bargain. Mr. Fletcher liked to make Christy talk, for in the interest of the subject she forgot herself, and her chief charm for him was her earnestness. But just then the earnestness did not seem to suit him, rather sharply what hard-hearted creatures you women are sometimes. Now I fancied you were one of those who wouldn't leave a poor fellow to his fate if his salvation lay in your hands. I can't say what I should do in such a case, but it always seemed to me that a man should have energy enough to save himself and not expect the weaker vessel as he calls her to do it for him, answered Christy with a conscious look for Mr. Fletcher's face made her feel as if something was going to happen. Evidently anxious to know what she would do in a four-set case, Mr. Fletcher decided to put one before her as speedily as possible, so he said, in a pensive tone, and with a wistful glance, you looked very happy just now when I came up, I wish I could believe that my return had anything to do with it. Christy wished she could control her tell-tale color, but finding she could not look hard at the sea, and ignoring what the situation said was suspicious enthusiasm. I was thinking of what Mrs. Sultanstahl said this morning. She asked me if I would like to go to Paris with her for the winter. It has always been one of my dreams to go abroad, and I do hope I shall not be disappointed. Christy's blush seemed to be a truer answer than her words, and leaning a little nearer, Mr. Fletcher said, in his most persuasive tone, that she would promise, instead of charlots. Christy thought her reply was already, but when the moment came she found it was not, and sat silent, feeling as if that, yes, would promise far more than she could give. Mr. Fletcher had no doubt what the answer would be, and was in no haste to get it, for that was one of the moments that are so pleasant and so short-lived they should be to see the asters on her bosom tremble with the quickened beating of her heart and taste it in anticipation the satisfaction of the moment when the pleasant voice of hers would falter out its grateful assent. Drawing yet nearer, he went on, still in the persuasive tone there would have been more lover-like, had it had been, lass assured. I think I am not mistaken in believing that you care for me a little. You must know how fond I am of you, how much I need and how glad I should be to give all I have if I might keep you always to make my hard life happy. May I, Christy? It would soon tire of me. I have no beauty, no accomplishments, no fortune, nothing but my heart and my hand to give to the man I marry. Is that enough? asked Christy, looking at him with eyes that betrayed the hunger of an empty heart longing to be fed with genuine food. And Mr. Fletcher did not understand its meaning. He saw the humility in her face, thought she was overcome by the weight of the honor he did her, and tried to reassure her with the gracious air of one who wishes to lighten the favor he confers. It might not be for some, then, but it is for me, because I want you very much. Let people say what they will. If you say yes, I am satisfied. You shall not regret it, Christy. I'll do my best to make you happy.  You will find it well, I fancy, and I shall be a happy man.  But Christy did not smile and say, yes, Philip, for that last speech of his jarred on her ear, the tone of unconscious condescension in it wounded the woman's sensitive pride. Self was too apparent, and the most generous words seemed to her like bribes. This was not the lover she had dreamed of, the brave, true man who gave her all, and felt it could not half repay the treasure of her innocent first love. This was not the happiness she had hoped for, the perfect faith, the glad surrender, the sweet content that made all things possible and changed this work-a-day world into a heaven while the joy lasted. She had decided to say yes, but her heart said no decidedly, and with instinctive loyalty she obeyed it, even while she seemed to yield to the temptation which appeals to three of the strongest foibles in most women's nature, the passion and the love of pleasure. You are very kind, but you may repent it. You know so little of me, she began, trying to soften her refusal, but sadly hindered by a feeling of contempt. I know more about you than you think, but it makes no difference, interrupted Mr. Fletcher with a smile that irritated Christy even before she understood its significance. I thought it would at first, but I found I couldn't get on without you, so I made up in mind, forgive and forget, that my wife had ever been an actress. Christy had forgotten it, and it would have been well for him if he had held his tongue. Now she understood the tone that had chilled her, the smile that angered her, and Mr. Fletcher's fate was settled in the drawing of a breath. Who told you that? She asked quickly, while every nerve tingled with the mortification of being found out then and there in the one secret of her life. I saw her dancing on the beach with the children one day, and it reminded me of an actress I had once seen. I should not have remembered it, but for the accident which impressed it on my mind. Powder, paint, and costume made Miss Douglas a very different woman from Miss Devon, but a few cautious inquiries settled the matter. And I then understood where you got that slight soup as he spoke Mr. Fletcher smiled again and kissed his hand to her with the dramatic little gesture that exasperated Christy beyond measure. She would not make light of it, as he did, and submit to be forgiven for a past she was not ashamed of. Hardly wishing she had been frank at first she resolved to have it out now and accept nothing Mr. Fletcher offered her, not even silence. Yes, she said, as steadily as she could. I was an actress for three years, and though it was a hard life it was an honest one, and I am not ashamed of it. I ought to have told Mrs. Sultanstahl, but I was warned that if I did it would be difficult to find a place people are so prejudiced. I sincerely regret it now and shall tell her at once so you may save yourself the trouble. My dear girl, I never dreamed of telling anyone, cried Mr. Fletcher in an injured tone. I beg you won't speak, but trust me, and let it be a little secret between us, too. I assure you it makes no difference to me, for I should marry an opera dancer if I chose. So forget it, as I do, and set my mind at rest upon the other point. I'm still waiting for my answer, you know. It is ready. A kind one, I am sure. What is it, Christy? No, I thank you. But you are not an earnest. Perfectly so. Mr. Fletcher got up suddenly and set his back against the rock, saying in a tone of such unaffected surprise and disappointment that her heart reproached her. Am I to understand that as your final answer, Miss Devon? Distinctly and decidedly my final answer, Mr. Fletcher. Christy tried to speak kindly, but she was angry with herself and him, and unconsciously showed it both in face and voice, as a stage, and wanted to be very true just then as a late atonement for that earlier want of candor. A quick change passed over Mr. Fletcher's face. His cold eyes kindled with an angry spark. His lips were pale with anger, and his voice was very bitter, as he slowly said. I've made my blunders in my life, and this is one of the greatest, for I believed in a woman. It was fool enough to care for her love I ever knew, and fancy that she would be grateful for the sacrifice I made. He got no further, for Christy rose straight up and answered him with all the indignation she felt burning in her face, and stirring the voice she tried in vain to keep as steady as his own. The sacrifice would not have been all yours, for it is what we are, not what we have, that makes one human being superior to another. I am as well-born as you, despite of my poverty. My life, I think, has been a better one than yours. My heart, I know, is fresher, and my memory has fewer faults and follies to reproach me with. What can you give me but money and position and return for the youth and freedom I should sacrifice in marrying you? Not love, for you count the cost of your bargain, as no true lover could, but a seat when in your heart you know you only care for me because I can amuse and serve you. I, too, deceived myself. I, too, see my mistake, and I decline the honor you would do me since it is so great in your eyes that you must remind me of it as you offer it. In the excitement of the moment Christy unconsciously spoke with something of her old dramatic fervor and voice and gesture. Mr. Fletcher saw it, and said to her so much could not resist avenging himself for the words that angered him. The more deeply for their truth wounded vanity and baffled will can make an ungenerous man as spiteful as a woman. And Mr. Fletcher proved it, then, for he saw where Christy's pride was sourced and touched the wound with the skill of a resentful nature. As she paused, he softly clapped his hands, and her eyes flashed, very well done, infinitely superior to your Wofington, Miss Devon. I am disappointed in the woman, but I make my compliment to the actress and leave the stage free for another and a more successful Romeo. Still smiling, he bowed and went away apparently quite calm and much amused, but a more wrathful, disappointed man never crossed those sands than the one who kicked his dog when no one saw him. For a minute Christy stood and watched him, then feeling that she must either laugh or cry, wisely chose the former event for her emotions, and sat down feeling inclined to look at the whole scene from a ludicrous point of view. My second love affair is a worse failure than my first, for I did pity poor Joe, but this man is detestable, and I never will forgive him that last insult. I daresay I was absurdly tragical. I'm apt to be one very angry, but what a temper he has got, the white cold kind that smolders and stabs instead of blazing up and being over in a minute. Thank Heaven I am not his wife. Well, I've made an enemy and lost my place, for of course Mrs. Saltenstall won't keep me after this awful discovery. I'll tell her at once, for I will have no little secrets with him. No Paris, either. And that's the worst of it all. Never mind, I haven't sold my liberty for the fluttered diamonds, and that's a comfort. Now a short scene with my lady, and then exit governess. But though she laughed, Christie felt troubled at the part she had played in this affair. Repented of her worldly aspirations, confessed her vanity, accepted her mortification and disappointment as a just testament for her sins, and yet at the bottom of her heart she did enjoy it mightily. She tried to spare Mr. Fletcher in her interview with his sister and only betrayed her own iniquities. But to her surprise, Mrs. Saltenstall, though much disturbed at the discovery, valued Christie as a governess and respected her as a woman, so she was willing to bury the past, she said, and still hoped Ms. Devon would remain. She was forced to tell her why it was impossible for her to do so, and her secret soul, she took a naughty satisfaction demurely mentioning that she had refused my lord. Mrs. Saltenstall's consternation was comical, for she had been so absorbed in her own affair she had suspected nothing, and horror fell upon her when she learned how near dear Philip had been to the fate from which she jealously guarded him that his property might one day benefit the darlings. In a moment everything was changed, and it was evident to Christie that the sooner she left the better it would suit Madame. The proprieties were preserved to the end, and Mrs. Saltenstall treated her with unusual respect, for she had come to honour and also conducted herself in a most praiseworthy manner. How she could refuse a Fletcher visibly amazed the lady, but she forgave the slight and gently insinuated that my brother was perhaps only amusing himself. Christie was but too glad to be off, and when Mrs. Saltenstall asked when she would prefer to leave promptly reply to Murrell, received her salary which was forthcoming with unusual punctuality, and packed her trunks with delightful rapidity. As the family was to leave in a week, her sudden departure caused no surprise to the few who knew her, and signed farewells to such of her summer friends as still remained. She went to bed that night, all ready for an early start. She saw nothing more of Mr. Fletcher that day, but the sound of excited voices in the drawing room assured her that Madame was having it out with her brother, and with truly feminine inconsistency, Christie hoped that she would not be too hard upon the poor man, for, after all, it was kind of him to overlook the actress and ask the governess to share his good things with him. She did not repent, but she got herself to sleep, imagining a bridal trip to Paris and dreamed so delightfully of lost splendors that the awakening was rather blank, the future rather cold and hard. She was early a stir, meaning to take the first boat and so escape all disagreeable ron con tra, and having kissed the children in their little beds with tender promises not to forget them, she took a hasty breakfast and stepped into the carriage waiting at the door. The sleepy waiters stared, a friendly housemaid nodded, and Miss Walker, the hearty English lady who did her ten miles a day, cried out as she tramped by, blooming and bedraggled, Bless me, are you off? Yes, thank heaven, answered Christie, but as she spoke Mr. Fletcher came down the steps looking as wan and heavy-eyed as if a sleepless night had been added to his day's defeat. In the window he asked abruptly, but with a look she never could forget. Will nothing change your answer, Christie? Nothing.  Then, being a woman, two great tears fell on the hand still rubbed with the lingering grass he had given it, and Christie said, as pitifully as if she loved him, he has got a heart, after all. Perhaps I might have been glad to fill it if he had only shown it to me sooner. Now it is too late. End of Chapter 4, The Governess


Hello everybody, Andrea Majeski here. So I have been training a lot of you guys lately probably because you have probably been seeing those posts all over social media and thinking what is this toothpaste all about? If you know me from being either a dental assistant, a dental hygienist, then you know anytime we tend to see dental products we go, okay, why don't I know about this? I have to try it and if you know people who know what you do obviously then they're going to ask you like hey I saw this toothpaste like is that actually a Legit toothpaste. What is it all about? You know talk to me So it's nice to be aware of what it is and at the same time You might be thinking well if she can sell it then I can sell it too because you can make money It's as simple as that. I Tell people that I am a rep for a toothpaste company No one says anything when you have your dental supply rep come in and and you know try to sell you thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars worth of products and the dentist Sometimes won't even question it twice if the rep says that's what they need That's what they need and they pretty much order it right away But people tend to shy away from a dental assistant or a dental hygienist or just pretty much anybody Trying to sell a toothpaste, you know, because they know that they make a commission from that But it's no different than a dental rep for a company selling products Well, we we all know that they make a commission But that seems to be okay, and I don't understand why this is the same type of thing We are selling something that we love, you know that we like that we have hopefully tried and we know this stuff is Amazing so we want to tell other people about it. I can't tell you how often I have patients where They say like do those the whiteening toothpaste actually work like crest Colgate like do they actually what in the teeth or they might say? I've tried quite I've tried those crest white strips, but they made my teeth so sensitive I want to find something that I can just maybe touch up that doesn't hurt my teeth Well, this is the answer. So how do you make money from this company? so I suggest starting off easy and Selling our whitening toothpaste because that stuff sells like hot cakes Hot cakes because it is truly amazing stuff now I am actually starting because I've been with the company now since last year. I also sell The mouthwash that we have to for anybody. I see patients often, right? So I do have my own business where where I see patients often and I go to their house So if I'm telling them well, you should try this. Let's say I'm telling them that you should try this Rinse because you need that extra Fluoride in there because you just had six cavities today You need something because your your enamel is quite thin well I can write that down for them, but then they would have to go online They would have to order it. They probably don't want to do that these days They want it then and now so I I do order The mouthwash too because I actually keep it with me so that when I tell somebody will there is a mouthwash at a mouthwash out there that would help you to Help to prevent those cavities and and then I can show this to them and then they go Okay, well, well, how much is it if you're telling me that I need it? Well, I need it So I want it now, you know So it's up to you what you want to sell. We have tons of different products We have tanning we have skin care We have all kinds of things, but I'm just specifically selling their dental products now Okay, so that is completely up to you But but you know keep in mind it can be easy to make money in this business But you have to hustle meaning if you post once a month talking about our amazing toothpaste Yes, you will probably sell some but you're not going to sell as much as if somebody's posting Every say three days. I do not suggest posting every day That's totally up to you But I do not suggest posting every day because you don't want people to get tired of seeing your posts post every three days Even but always post something different, you know Like the post on Monday could be hey guys. I just got this amazing new whitening toothpaste in I have two left Who wants to try it? It doesn't cause sensitivity. You will see white teeth right away And then in three days you you could post something saying I have two tubes left Who wants to try some of this amazing toothpaste? I will be ordering more on Saturday I might not get it for another week Let me know if you want it now and then maybe post three days later about some before and after Pictures saying I am so happy when my customers are happy see these before and after pictures of just simply brushing twice a day You know something along those lines, but do not post the same post every three days because I'll admit I do see sellers doing that not on our team per se But I see sellers doing that and that's what they think is working. Yes, they might be selling toothpaste So there's nothing wrong with that and if that's you know, your point is to make money. It's not to just have fun, right? I mean, this is supposed to be fun. It's not supposed to be a chore But we're doing it to sell we do not show up to work every day to not make money, right? But I will I want to maximize what I'm doing and I don't want people to get annoyed with me posting every day So I tell people it's up to you how often and how you want to post But make sure to set the post to public so that people can see it post You know even at least once a week makes a big big difference and I do suggest if you can Order that special where you buy a certain number of tubes and you get the body butter free because you do save on a Ton of tax the more you save on tax means more more money in your pocket because you will be making at least $9 to $10 per tube like depending on how much you you decide to sell it for and depending on where you live But so I mean hey making it nine nine dollars per tube adds up if you add people on your team You get a sign-up bonus as well, which is you get an extra one dollar I believe it's per tube that they sell And it adds up it may not seem like a lot now let go. I'm making nine dollars or two Trust me you guys it adds up when I when I first started I made about six hundred dollars in commissions that month and yeah Okay, that's not a full-time income But but six hundred six hundred dollars extra that would pay for something nice, right? Like that would allow me to almost go to Cuba or that would allow me to buy I don't know I can't think of anything right now, but that's a good chunk of change, right? Even if you're making one hundred dollars per week Who would say no to making one hundred dollars per week extra that they weren't intending on making and all we're Doing is talking about it posting on social media That's it and people come to us because they want their teeth to look amazing and it works Once they see like oh wow you weren't kidding this toothpaste works They want more and then they say oh well I would like to buy this for my sister for for my mom It's their birthday coming up. It's you know Easter coming up. It's Mother's Day coming up You know and then their mom and sister try it. They love it and then they say to her How can I order more because my aunt wants it my Co-worker wants it and then that's how you get oh wow So you so I could actually sell this because if you're making nine dollars per tube Well, I can sell it too so that I get the commission instead of you So then they ask you how to sign up for the company and then you sign them up and and then you make money From everything that they sell so I could talk about this all day It is easy. You just have to hustle the more work you do the more money you you make You know absolutely, so I hope this helped if you guys have any questions Please let me know I am always here to help and have a good Easter happy Easter And if you're thinking about joining the team by the way, I will leave my contact information for you on the bottom This is my personal site that I do have and even my contact info is down here, too So I will leave this for you guys a link on the bottom anyone can sign up you do you do Don't have to be a dental assistant or a dental professional I have lots of people on my team who are you know Not a dental professional and they probably sell more than I do So let me know if you would like to make some extra money. It can't hurt It does not cost anything to sign up So you just literally make commission off of what you sell if you don't sell anything Then you don't make anything, but you also don't lose any money either so it's pretty cool I always say give it a try if it doesn't work out. Oh, well, it doesn't work out You haven't lost any money and you've got to try some amazing toothpaste that actually works Okay, guys. Thank you so much. I'll talk to you later and let me know if any questions


Hi and welcome to the session. Let us discuss the following question. Question says, for the following differential equation, find a particular solution satisfying the given condition. Given differential equation is cos dy upon dx is equal to a where a belongs to real numbers and given condition is y is equal to 1 when x is equal to 0. Let us now start with the solution. Now we are given cos dy upon dx is equal to a where a belongs to real numbers and given condition is y is equal to 1 when x is equal to 0. Now this differential equation further implies that dy upon dx is equal to cos inverse a. Now separating the variables in this equation we get dy is equal to cos inverse a dx. How integrating both the sides of this equation we get integral of dy is equal to integral of cos inverse a dx. Now this further implies integral of dy is equal to cos inverse a multiplied by integral of dx. Now using this formula of integration we get integral of dy is equal to y and here we get cos inverse a multiplied by x plus c where c is the constant of integration. Now we can write this equation as y is equal to x cos inverse a plus c. Let us name this equation as 1. Now the given condition in the question is y is equal to 1 when x is equal to 0. So in this equation we will put y is equal to 1 and x is equal to 0. Now substituting 1 for y and 0 for x in this equation we get 1 is equal to 0 plus c. Now this further implies c is equal to 1. Now substituting this value of c in equation 1 we get y is equal to x cos inverse a plus 1. Now subtracting 1 from both the sides of this equation we get y minus 1 is equal to x cos inverse a. Now dividing both sides by x we get y minus 1 upon x is equal to cos inverse a. Now this further implies cos y minus 1 upon x is equal to a. So the required solution for the given differential equation is cos y minus 1 upon x is equal to a. This completes the session. Hope you understood the solution. Take care. Have a nice day.