Yet she could not feel quite sure that the two volumes were real, and the letter from the publisher, a friendly and pleasant letter enough, seemed necessary to vouch for them.

She read and re-read it.

The little room seemed too small and close for her.

She opened the window to let in the white daylight, undisguised by the faint green tint of the glass, and she leaned out to breathe the fresh sweet air of the spring morning.

Life was very pleasurable to her to-day.
There were golden gleams too upon the future.