“You wouldn’t have me go away and leave Aunt Jane and Aunt Mary weeping over my empty chair and old shoes and things, would you?”
“Perhaps you will have to go some day,” she said.
“Yes, but why worry about it now? Sufficient unto the day—”
“Yes; only you are wasting your best years.”
“Oh, I don’t think so, and I’m not doing any harm to anyone.”
“You may be harming yourself.”
“How?”
Eileen gazed dreamily before her, and presently said:
“You see, I don’t think life is altogether meant to be just a playtime for anyone. We have to make our five talents ten talents.”
“But not all in a great hurry at the beginning.”