I determined to make one last despairing effort.

"Priscilla," I asked, "which of your books do you like the best?"

"_The Gobbly Goblin_," she said.

"Araminta," I cried, "I give it up. She has no bent for literature.

There can never have been any great authoress, young or old, who

started with such a materialistic mind."

"You forget Mrs. Beeton," she replied.

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