Then she slept, dreamlessly, comfortably, and late; and in the morning she had never taken cold.
Philadelphia had pointed and sharpened all this.

The girl's training there had vitalized her brooding dreams of producing what she worshipped, had given shape and direction to her informal efforts, had concentrated them upon charcoal and canvas.

There was an enthusiasm for work in the Institute, a canonization of names, a blazing desire to imitate that tried hard to fan itself into originality.

Elfrida kindled at once, and felt that her soul had lodged forever In her fingers, that art had found for her, once for all, a sacred embodiment.

She spoke with subdued feeling of its other shapes; she was at all points sympathetic; but she was no longer at all points desirous.