"I like to hear about it. It has been such a puzzle to me to know what I could do to support myself. There seemed to be nothing but teaching or stenography, and I should hate both, I am afraid."
"If possible, do the thing you like to do, is my theory. There are a good many fields in these days, and still in almost any paper you can find a young lady who wishes to be a companion and is willing to travel."
Alex laughed. Miss Virginia was rising, and she reluctantly followed her example. "May I come again sometime?" she asked.
While Miss Wilbur and Alex were talking over their call, Charlotte came in in a flutter of gayety, her checks matching her rose-colored ribbons.
"I wish I could have gone with you," she said when she had heard of the visit. "Did they say anything about me?"
"You were mentioned," her aunt replied, pinching her cheek; and adding, "they are certainly very pleasant young women."
"They are charming," said Alex.
"I wonder if this Miss Carpenter could be any relation to the one who lives across the street from Uncle Landor?" said Charlotte.
"Did you hear what Miss Pennington was saying when we went in, Miss Virginia?" asked Alex.
"It was something about the rich Miss Carpenter, wasn't it?"