I often wish fate had been more kind to me.

I was reading, the other day, that the Queen of England said she had the tastes of a dairy maid.

Wasn't that charming?
Many of us whom fate has condemned to the routine of high station feel the same way." It was by such deliverances that Mrs.Whitney posed, not without success, as an intellectual woman who despised the frivolities of a fashionable existence--this in face of the obvious fact that she led a fashionable existence, or, rather, it led her, from the moment her _masseuse_ awakened her in the morning until her maid undressed her at night.

But, although Adelaide was far too young, too inexperienced to know that judgment must always be formed from actions, never from words, she was not, in this instance, deceived.

"It takes more courage than most of us have," said she, "to do what we'd like instead of what vanity suggests." Mrs.Whitney did not understand this beyond getting from it a vague sense that she had somehow been thrust at.