dBooks desire

If she had been
looking at her friend's face she would have flared out
in anger; for Cyrilla Brindley was taking advantage
of her abstraction to observe her with friendly sympathy
and sadness. Presently she concealed this candid
expression and said:
``You are satisfied with your progress, aren't you,
Miss Stevens?''
Mildred flared up angrily. ``Certainly!'' replied
she. ``How could I fail to be?''
Mrs. Brindley did not answer--perhaps because she
thought no answer was needed or expected. But to
Mildred her silence somehow seemed a denial.
``If you can only keep what you've got--and go
on,'' said Mrs. Brindley.
``Oh, I shall, never fear,'' retorted Mildred.
``But I do fear,'' said Mrs. Brindley. ``I think it's
always well to fear until success is actually won. And
then there's the awful fear of not being able to hold
it.''
After a moment's silence Mildred, who could not hide
away resentment against one she liked, said: ``Why
aren't YOU satisfied, Mrs. Brindley?''
``But I am satisfied,'' protested Cyrilla.


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