I don't mean to be conceited, but I know that I have got the flutterings of a poet's wings in my soul, and soar I must." Jasmine looked very pretty while she was speaking, and little Daisy admired her high-flown words, and fully believed in her genius.
"Do soar, Jasmine, darling," she said; "I have not a notion how you are to do it, but do begin at once.

It will make these rooms more than ever like a Palace Beautiful if you take to soaring in them." "I've nearly finished my novel," said Jasmine; "and I've also written a poem.

It is called the 'Flight of the Beautiful,' and is in seven parts.

Each part would take up two or three pages of a magazine.
To-morrow, Daisy dear, I am going to take my novel and poem into the market.

I shall offer them to the highest bidders.