Oh, Betty! How splendid!" Then she looked at her curiously.

"How does it feel to be so successful at last, after being so bitterly disappointed ?" Betty, leaning forward against the desk, her chin in her hand, looked thoughtfully out of the window.

Then after a pause she answered, "Glad and thankful--a deep quiet sort of gladness like a bottomless well, and a queer, uplifted buoyant feeling as if I had been given wings, and could attempt anything.

There's nothing in the world," she added slowly, as if talking to herself, "quite so sweet as the realization of one's ambitions.

I was almost envious of Joyce when I saw her established in a studio, at last accomplishing the things she has always hoped to do.