A great atlas was opened, routes were fingered; half the earth's circumference vanished in a twinkling.
Sibyl, hitherto mewed within the circle of European gaieties and relaxations, all at once let her fancy fly--tasted a new luxury in experiences from which she had shrunk.
'I'll order my outfit tomorrow.

Very light things, I suppose?
Who could advise me about that ?' Among a number of notes and letters which she wrote next day was one to Miss Frothingham.

'Dear Alma,' it began, and it ended with 'Yours affectionately'-- just as usual.
'Could you possibly come here some day this week?
I haven't written before, and haven't tried to see you, because I felt sure you would rather be left alone.

At the same time I feel sure that what has happened, though for a time it will sadden us both, cannot affect our friendship.

I want to see you, as we are going away very soon, first of all to _Honolulu_.