"Is the other room ready?"
"All ready," said Lois.
"Are you doing that elm tree?"
"Yes."
"How do you get along?"
"I cannot manage it yet, to my satisfaction; but I will. O Madge, isn't it too delicious?"
"What? the drawing? Isn't it!!"
"I don't mean the drawing only. Everything. I am getting hold of French, and it's delightful. But the books! O Madge, the books! I feel as if I had been a chicken in his shell until now, and as if I were just getting my eyes open to see what the world is like."
"What is it like?" asked Madge, laughing. "My eyes are shut yet, I suppose, for I haven't found out. You can tell me."
"Eyes that are open cannot help eyes that are shut. Besides, mine are only getting open."