she lives? She'll marry infallibly, marry early, and everything then will change."
"Whom will she marry?" my companion gloomily asked.
"Any one she likes. She's so abnormally pretty she can do anything. She'll fascinate some nabob or some prince."
"She'll fascinate him first and bore him afterwards. Moreover she's not so pretty as you make her out; she has a scrappy little figure."
"No doubt; but one doesn't in the least notice it."
"Not now," said Mrs. Meldrum, "but one will when she's older."
"When she's older she'll be a princess, so it won't matter."
"She has other drawbacks," my companion went on. "Those wonderful eyes are good for nothing but to roll about like sugar-balls—which they greatly resemble—in a child's mouth. She can't use them."
"Use them? Why, she does nothing else."
"To make fools of young men, but not to read or write, not to do any sort of work. She never opens a book, and her maid writes her notes. You'll say that those who live in glass houses
