"How do you know that the Church will send you to New York?"
"Because I've asked God to make it so," she answered simply.
Dr. Cadman sighed.
"How beautiful is youth, how bright it gleams! There! I won't say the rest!"
"O, but I know it," laughed Betty. "With all it's illusions, aspirations, dreams! You know that reminds me of an old woman, with false hair, false teeth, and wrinkles, whining over her lost beauty! Why are people so sickly in poetry! Do you know what I would like that second line to be?"
"Out with it," laughed Cadman.
Betty's eyes danced with merriment.
"How beautiful is youth, how bright it gleams,
Except to sour old fogies, who failed to catch sunbeams!"
"So, Miss Betty, I'm a sour old fogie?" asked Dr. Cadman laughing.
Betty blushed furiously.