She said that your paper was called by a melancholy name, and of course you wanted melancholy subjects." The editor smiled in a very bland, though disagreeable manner--"_The Downfall_," he said; "we chose that title for political reasons." Here he sounded a gong.

"Jones," as an attendant came in, "look in pigeon-hole D, and put into an envelope for this young lady some verses entitled an 'Ode to Adversity.' Sorry I can do nothing more for you this morning, Miss Mainwaring.

Good morning--_good_ morning." When the two girls got out on the landing Jasmine thrust her rejected poem into Poppy's hand.
"Put it into your pocket, Poppy," she said, "and don't on any account let me see it--I must try to forget it, or my courage will go.
Evidently, Poppy, names go by contraries.

I wrote some dismal papers on purpose for _The Downfall_; I will now offer them to a magazine which has a cheerful title." "Look there, Miss Jasmine," said Poppy, when they got into the street.
"Right there, facing us at the other side, is what I call a pleasant magazine--it has lots of pictures, for see, it's pressed up to the window wide open, and it's called _The Joy-bell_--I'm a great deal more taken with that sound than with the sound of _The Downfall_." "So am I, too," said Jasmine, the April cloud quickly leaving her expressive face--"I'm so glad I have you with me, dear Poppy; I was feeling so low just now that I should never have noticed the office of _The Joy-bell_--it has a very nice, high-class sound, and I should say was a more attractive magazine than even a shilling one.

We'll go there at once, Poppy, and be sure you support me, and say 'Yes' when I look at you; and if I happen to frown in your direction, you'll know that I want you to help me not to accept too low a price.