"
"I must acknowledge that I do not give them a thought, after the door
once closes upon them; poor, deluded creatures!"
"But do you think it right to deceive them thus?"
"Natie, darling, if you were not the most romantic creature that ever
was, I should call you Miss Matter-of-fact! But really, I don't know as
there is anything very criminal in helping such people to open their
eyes; they find out, sooner or later, that I am of the opinion,--there
are as good fish in the sea as ever was caught."
The Sea-flower said no more, for she feared her words might be worse
than useless; but such are never idle words, and though Winnie appeared
to give them little heed, yet many times afterward, in the midst of her
gaiety, did she remember the Sea-flower's question,--"is it right to
deceive thus?"
* * * * *
"Eighteen years old to-day! Mother, just eighteen to-day!" shouted
Winnie, as she came into the breakfast room, her cheeks vieing with the
red of the rose; "how happy I am!" and casting a look of contempt at the
hot rolls and coffee, as if such things were hereafter to be classed
among the necessities of the past, she went bounding away to find her
father.
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