"Sounds just like Pope, doesn't it?" said Kit. "I like that last line, 'by fond ambition fanned.'"
| "Seek not the sacred hall of fame, |
| Cling to thy simple life, |
| On Hope's high banner, Beaubien, |
| Shall never, never——" |
But Kit interrupted pointblank. She was sitting up very straight on the divan, with a certain expression around her mouth, and a very steady purposeful look in her eyes, which even Jean at home paid attention to.
"Just a minute," she said, quickly. "Do you mean Marcelle Beaubien? Because if you do, I don't think that's fair."
CHAPTER XII
KIT LOCATES A "FOUNDER"
Peg patted her in a conciliatory manner.
"Now, my child," she said, "curb that swift and rising wrath, and bottle the vials thereof. What is Hecuba to you, or you to Hecuba?"
"Poor little Peggy," Charity murmured, "getting into trim for a Shakespeare drive? You know, Kit, our Peg is president of the Portia Dramatic Club, and the mantle doth not rest lightly on her young shoulders."