"Are you ready to come home now, Phebe ?" asked Archie tenderly as he looked at the downcast face beside him and wondered why all women did not wear delightful little black velvet bonnets with one deep red flower against their hair.
"Not yet.

I haven't done enough," began Phebe, finding it very hard to keep the resolution made a year ago.
"You have proved that you can support yourself, make friends, and earn a name, if you choose.

No one can deny that, and we are all getting proud of you.

What more can you ask, my dearest ?" "I don't quite know, but I am very ambitious.

I want to be famous, to do something for you all, to make some sacrifice for Rose, and, if I can, to have something to give up for your sake.