"I do not know that I was thinking at all—until just now; just before you spoke."
"And of what then?"
"It came to me, I do not know why, a question. We have passed so many people who seemed as if they were enjoying themselves,—like me;—and so many pretty-looking places, where people might live happy, one would think; and the question somehow came to me, father, what I am going to do with my own life?"
"Do with it?" said Mr. Copley astonished; "why enjoy it, Dolly. Every day as much as to-day."
"But perhaps one cannot enjoy life always," said Dolly thoughtfully.
"All you can, then, dear; all you can. There is nothing to prevent your always enjoying it. You will have money enough; and that is the main thing. There is nothing to hinder your enjoying yourself."
"But, father, don't you think one ought to do more with one's life than that?"
"Yes; you'll marry one of these days, and so make somebody else enjoy himself."
"What would become of you and mother then?" asked Dolly shyly.
"We'd get along," said Mr. Copley. "What we care about, is to see you enjoy life, Dolly. Are you enjoying it now, puss?"