"Did grandmamma approve of this chorus-girl plan?"
"Of course she wouldn't. It's only father who knows."
"Does he approve?"
"Well, not to say approve, but he knows it's no use objecting."
"Do you know, I don't approve of it either."
She sat down on the piano-stool, looking at him doubtfully. Was this an offer of a million in disguise? or could it be—
"You don't mean," she said, "that you won't give me any letters of introduction?"
"I mean, little cousin, that I'll do all in my power to keep you from the hardships and the hurts of public life."
He put a hand on her shoulder, and was looking down upon her. She opened her lips, but no sound came.
"There won't be any lack in your life of beautiful and worth-while things; don't spoil it all—don't spoil yourself by being too eager."