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If women are not meant to study, Prof Dar up

"Go to bed early and get your beauty sleep," says Aunt, but I push open theand lean upon the sash and let the cold air blow over ht; I'!

To-morrow I shall have a foretaste of the future; I shall knohat other people--not John andthey can think! To- of the world to me

To-morrow! To-morrow! Aunt Frank has sent out cards for an "At Holad I came here! I revel in the new ho and solid I like my cousins--quiet little creatures They wait upon me, anticipate my smallest wish, and defer to my opinions as if I were a white star queen dropped from the ether; all but Boy, and even he respects me because I can construe Caesar

I like otten theerness to introduce me Ah, to-morrow! Blessed to- morrow! And I like Aunt Marcia Baker I wonder if, when I am older, I too shall be serene and stately, with a face that seems to have outlived sorrow; I can hardly believe now that I shall care to live at all when people's eyes have ceased to follow my beauty When for me there are no more to-morrows

I think I shall like Mr Hynes; he's almost one of the falad I'm not she! What a life she looks forward to--each day exactly like its fellows; a droning, --perhaps doing it herself; for he's only a young lawyer, just starting in life!

But I like his face, so full of io far and achieve e?

It's well enough for Milly; she doesn't understand her lier over to-morrow as if it could mean to her what it does to lad, so wonderful!

Dear, good Aunt Frank proposed the tea before ive you a holiday from--is it erous?"