You'll be too exactly the real thing and be left too utterly just as you are, and all Addie's friends and all Addie's editors and contributors and readers will cross the Atlantic and flock to Flickerbridge just in order so--unanimously, universally, vociferously--to leave you.

You'll be in the magazines with illustrations; you'll be in the papers with headings; you'll be everywhere with everything.

You don't understand--you think you do, but you don't.

Heaven forbid you SHOULD understand! That's just your beauty--your 'sleeping' beauty.

But you needn't.