``Only it
makes me afraid to see YOU so well satisfied. I've seen
that often in people first starting, and it's always
dangerous. You see, my dear, you've got a straight-away
hundred miles to walk. Can't you see that it would be
possible for you to become too much elated by the way
you walked the first part of the first mile?''
``Why do you try to discourage me?'' said Mildred.
Mrs. Brindley colored. ``I do it because I want to
save you from despair a little later,'' said she. ``But
that is foolish of me. I shall only irritate you against
me. I'll not do it again. And please don't ask my
opinion. If you do, I can't help showing exactly what
I think.''
``Then you don't think I've done well?'' cried Mildred.
``Indeed you have,'' replied Cyrilla warmly.
``Then I don't understand. What DO you mean?''
``I'll tell you, and then I'll stop and you must not ask
my opinion again. We live too close together to be
able to afford to criticize each other. What I meant
was this: You have done well the first part of the great
task that's before you.
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