"She has it in her to make herself not only an honor to her sex, but one of the most interesting women of her generation." "To make herself an honor,"-- why, that would be winning the third leaf of the magic shamrock--the _golden_ one! Betty had said that she believed that every one who earned those first three leaves was sure to find the fourth one waiting somewhere in the world.

It wouldn't make any difference then whether she was an old maid or not.

She need not be dependent on any prince to bring her the diamond leaf, and that was a good thing, for down in her heart she had her doubts about one ever coming to her.

She loved to make up foolish little day-dreams about them, but it would be too late for him to come when she was a grandmother, and she wouldn't be beautiful till then, so she really had no reason to expect one.

It would be much safer for her to depend on herself, and earn the first three in plain, practical ways.
"To make herself an honor." The words repeated themselves again and again, as she rapidly outlined an arrow-head on the tiny moccasin in amber and blue.