9/9 The joyousness that God put into your soul before you were born, my Polly, is a sacred trust. You must not hide it in a napkin, dear, or bury it, or lose it. It was given to you only that you should share it with others. It was intended for the world at large, though it was bestowed upon you in particular. Come, dear, to one who knows all about it,--one whom you are sweet enough to call "YOUR FAIRY GODMOTHER." "Mrs.Noble," said Polly, with a sober smile, "the Ancon sails on the 20th, and I am going to sail with her." "So soon? |