But I'm not ready for it.' 'Oh, half a year of serious study; with your decided talent, I should think you couldn't hesitate.

You are a born musician.' The words acted as a cordial.

Alma roused herself, lifted her drooping head and smiled.
'That's the praise of a friend.' 'And the serious opinion of one not quite unfit to judge,' rejoined Sibyl, with her air of tranquil self-assertion.

'Besides, we have agreed--haven't we ?--that the impulse is everything.

What you wish for, try for.