"Suppose we go up and propose it to her ?" "I wish I knew what to suggest," Rattray returned; "but we might talk it over with her--when she's had time to take off her bonnet." Ten minutes later Elfrida was laughing at their ambitions.
"A success ?" she exclaimed.

"Oh yes! I mean to have a success--one day! But not yet--oh no! First I must learn to write a line decently, then a paragraph, then a page.
I must wait, oh, a very long time--ten years perhaps.
Five, anyway." "Oh, if you do that," protested Golightly Ticke, "it will be like decanted champagne.

A success at nineteen--" "Twenty-one," corrected Elfrida.
"Twenty-one if you like--is a sparkling success.

A success at thirty-one is--well, it lacks the accompaniments." "You are a great deal too exacting, Miss Bell," Rattray put in; "those things you do for us are charming, you know they are." "You are very good to say so.

I'm afraid they're only frivolous scraps." "My opinion is this," Rattray went on sturdily.