Lucile went over and looked at the miniature again and returned.
"What do you think of love ?" she asked abruptly, her face softening unheralded into a smile.
"Love ?" the girl quavered.
"Yes, love.

What do you know about it?
What do you think of it ?" A flood of definitions, glowing and rosy, sped to her tongue, but Frona swept them aside and answered, "Love is immolation." "Very good--sacrifice.

And, now, does it pay ?" "Yes, it pays.

Of course it pays.

Who can doubt it ?" Lucile's eyes twinkled amusedly.
"Why do you smile ?" Frona asked.
"Look at me, Frona." Lucile stood up and her face blazed.