to announce that Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn has almost agreed to accept the commission. I think he feels that it is condescension on his part, but he accepts conditionally. He carried off the copies of the magazine to read your story, and he is to give me his answer to-day. As I am sure of a favourable one, I think we may consider the matter settled.
“Hoping that this meets with your entire approval,
“I am, faithfully,
“P.S. I told him that I understood the author was an unhappy wife, who desired to be unknown.”
The Professor looked up as Bambi pirouetted around the beds, waving a fluttering white sheet in good melodrama style.
“This letter that I longed for, it has come!” she sang, lifting a pointed toe over the top of a withered sunflower stalk.
“My dear, that ballet step is a trifle exaggerated for a lady!”
“The sunflower’s dead, so it couldn’t be shocked. The secret is working fine. Oh, I’m so happy, I’m so happy!” she trilled, and whirled off toward the house.
“If you are still thinking of a career, why not a whirling dervish?” called her father.
