Come next week and tell me what you think of it." As Esther walked down the path, Myrtilla watched her, and, as she passed out of the gate, waved her a final kiss of parting, and turned indoors.
There seemed something ever so sad about her dainty back as it disappeared into the doorway.
"Poor little woman!" said Esther to herself, as she looked to see the title of the book she was carrying.

It included a curious Russian name, the correct pronunciation of which she foresaw she must ask Myrtilla on their next meeting.

It was "The Journal of Marie Bashkirtseff.".