Emily's Quest

"There are two adjectives that are never separated in regard to a November day—'dull' and 'gloomy.'

hat is it like to be ambitious? To feel that life is before you, a fair, unwritten white page where you may inscribe your name in letters of success? To feel that you have the wish and power to win your crown? To feel that the coming years are crowding to meet you and lay their largess at your feet? I once knew what it was to feel so."

Star, what else is it? What do you think it is yourself? I'm glad you can amuse yourself by writing. It's a splendid thing to have a little hobby of the kind.

For, disguise the fact as we will, when friends, even the closest—perhaps the more because of that very closeness—meet again after a separation there is always a chill, lesser or greater, of change.

If only there had been a friend to talk things over with

"In a way." Emily felt no jealousy of that.

"I can't be contented indoors on a moonlight night. I have to be up and away

Sometimes she slipped mentally back into childhood and had delightful adventures she would have been ashamed to tell her adult world

Antares of the Scorpion