"What, and bring them here to live?" asked Gabrielle.
"No, indeed. I must earn a home of my own first."
"Papa says you will make a great name for yourself," pursued Gabrielle.
"What do I want of a great name?" cried Margaret. "It is the very last thing in the world a woman ought to seek."
"So I think," said Belle.
"But suppose she gets it without seeking?" asked Laura.
"Look here, Laura," said Margaret, springing up, "let me feel if you have a pair of wings sprouting. It is my private opinion that you have, and that it is you, not I, who is to be famous. And how stupid I was, the first time I saw you, to fancy you just—just—"
"A goosey-gander? Yes, I was perfectly delighted to see how you measured me after the first ridiculous talk we had together."
"I don't think it's nice to belie one's self as you do, Laura," said Belle. "Even your own mother never knew you till this story of yours opened her eyes."