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 "Thank you," said Charlotte, more sedate than before.

"A fine young fellow—glad you know him," continued Mr. Chapman warmly. "Works hard every summer, so he'll have a few hundred dollars saved to start practice with. Going to make his mark in the world. Just the sort of a boy I like!"

"I'm glad he's getting on so well," said Charlotte, politely enough.

But that night, when she went down to the village to call on Dame Johnson, she began thinking it over; and when she walked back in the moonlight under the Marlin elms, she began thinking it over again; and the more she thought it over the more indignant she grew.

"I don't see why Mr. Chapman spoke like that," she said. "Neil Kennedy's nothing to me! What if he has his plans? So have I! What if he does make his mark in the world? Can't I make mine?