"Think of that poor Miss Thomas in your outdoor class.

Last week, when you were sketching the cow in front of the old barn, I sat behind her for half an hour.

Her barn grew softer and softer and her cow harder and harder, till when she finished, the barn looked as if it were molded in jelly and the cow as if it were carved in red sandstone." "She ought not to be allowed to paint," said Margery decisively.
"Of course she ought n't! That's just what I say; and I ought not to be allowed to keep boarders, and I won't!" "I must say you have wonderful courage, Polly.

It seems so natural and easy for you to strike out for yourself in a new line that it must be you feel a sense of power, and that you will be successful." Polly's manner changed abruptly as she glanced in at her mother's empty chair before she replied.
"Courage! Sometimes I think I have n't a morsel.

I am a gilded sham.
My knees tremble whenever I think of my future 'career,' as I call it.
Mamma thinks me filled with a burning desire for a wider sphere of action, and so I am, but chiefly for her sake.