"
He laughed.
"Surely they haven't been discouraging you?"
"No, they have been very kind. But they keep on assuring me that I am
bound to improve, and the way they use the blue pencil! However, it's
only the journalist's part they go for. The little stories are all
right still.''
"I should think so," he declared, warmly. "I think they are charming."
"How nice you are," she sighed. "No wonder Selina didn't like going
home."
He looked at her in amused wonder.
"Do you know," he said, "you are getting positively frivolous. I don't
recognize you. I never saw such a change."
She leaned back in her chair, laughing heartily, her eyes bright, her
beautiful white teeth in delightful evidence.
"Oh, I suppose it's the sense of freedom," she exclaimed. "It's
delightful, isn't it? Medchester had got on my nerves. I hated it.
One saw nothing but the ugly side of life, day after day. It was
hideously depressing. Here one can breathe. There's room for every
one."
"The change agrees with you!"
"Why not. I feel years younger. Think how much there is to do, and
see, even for a pauper like myself--picture galleries, the shops, the
people, the theatres.
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