Oh, Dr.George, how does one contrive to be good when one is not happy?
How can one walk in the right path when there does n't seem to be any brightness to go by ?" "My dear little girl," and Dr.George looked soberly out on the ocean, dull and lifeless under the gray October sky, "when the sun of one's happiness is set, one lights a candle called 'Patience,' and guides one's footsteps by that!" "If only I were not a rich heiress," said Polly next morning, "I dare say I should be better off; for then I simply could n't have gone to bed for two or three months, and idled about like this for another.
But there seems to be no end to my money.

Edgar paid all the bills in San Francisco, and saved twenty out of our precious three hundred and twelve dollars.

Then Mrs.Greenwood's rent-money has been accumulating four months, while I have been visiting you and Mrs.Bird; and the Greenwoods are willing to pay sixty dollars a month for the house still, even though times are dull; so I am hopelessly wealthy,--but on the whole I am very glad.

The old desire to do something, and be something, seems to have faded out of my life with all the other beautiful things.

I think I shall go to a girls' college and study, or find some other way of getting through the hateful, endless years that stretch out ahead! Why, I am only a little past seventeen, and I may live to be ninety! I do not see how I can ever stand this sort of thing for seventy-three years!" Mrs.Noble smiled in spite of herself.