"That will give you time to make your preparations comfortably." Polly took a note from her pocket and handed it to Mrs.Noble: "Mrs.
Oliver presents her compliments to Mrs.Noble, and says in this letter that we accept with pleasure Mrs.Noble's kind invitation to visit her.
Said letter was not to be delivered, in case Mrs.Noble omitted to renew the invitation; but as all is right, I don't mind announcing that we are coming the day after to-morrow." "Oh, Polly, Polly! How am I ever to live without you!" sighed Margery.
"First Elsie, then Bell, now you!" "Live for your Art with a big A, Peggy, but it's not forever.

By and by, when you are a successful artist and I am a successful something, in short, when we are both 'careering,' which is my verb to express earning one's living by the exercise of some splendid talent, we will 'career' together in some great metropolis.

Our mothers shall dress in Lyons velvet and point-lace.

Their delicate fingers, no longer sullied by the vulgar dishcloth and duster, shall glitter with priceless gems, while you and I, the humble authors of their greatness, will heap dimes on dimes until we satisfy ambition." Mrs.Noble smiled.

"I hope your 'career,' as you call it, will be one in which imagination will be of use, Polly." "I don't really imagine all the imaginations you imagine I imagine," said Polly soberly, as she gave Mrs.Noble's hand an affectionate squeeze.