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Rh stored up energy enough, from these two weeks in the cauldron, to run me for months. I didn’t miss one thing, ugly or beautiful. I shall use it all.”

“Use it? How use it, my dear?”

“In my thoughts, my opinions, my life.”

“Dear me!” said her father, staring at her. “What odd things you say!”

“It’s true, what she says,” Jarvis ejaculated. “She rolled New York up on reels, like a moving-picture show, and I have no doubt she could give us a very good performance.”

“I shall,” quoth Bambi.

“It is rather a pity you waste your impressions, Bambi. Why don’t you write them down?” Jarvis patronized.

“In a young lady’s diary, I suppose. No, thanks.”

“One author in a family is enough,” commented the Professor, heartily.

“You ought to tell us your conclusion about your career. Did you settle it in your mind?”

“I did.”

“A career?” anxiously, from Professor Parkhurst.

“Yes, wealth and fame are in my grasp.”

“You haven’t done anything rash, my dear?”

“Well, slightly rash, but not the rashest I could do.”