"Then you'd better think up something to do to make the world notice you."
"I shouldn't know what to do."
"Father says that the thing you'd rather do to amuse yourself is the proper profession to take up. What do you like to do?"
"Ought I to try to write, as you do?"
"You mustn't ask me. Just think what you'd rather do than anything else."
The girl thought hard, her eyes fixed on him, her brows slightly knitted with the effort at concentration.
"I—I'd honestly really rather just be with dad—and you——"
The boy laughed:
"I don't mean that!"
"No, I know. But I can't think of anything.... Perhaps I could learn to act in a play—or do beautiful dances, or draw pictures——?" her voice continuing in the rising inflection of inquiry.