all think of presently. And every time I wash my hands I
shall rub in a little glycerine--then my skin will keep quite nice.
Of course, I shall have a whole array of gloves to put on when I do dirty
work. I shall have silver-cleaning gloves, black-leading gloves, dusting
gloves, and gardening gloves."

"How will you get them? Buy them?"

"Oh, no. I shall use my own old ones, and I shall beg some of
grandfather. One can easily get old gloves. I have begun to collect some
already."

"I can't, they are almost as hard to get as new ones. You see, we wear
ours, just every-day wear, until they are past being good for anything.
And father never wears any, except woolly ones in very cold weather,
and they are too thick and clumsy for housework."

"Um, yes. I will send you some of grandfather's. He uses a lot, he rides
so much. When I have my house----"

Audrey laughed. "That wonderful house of yours! How perfect it will be!"

"It will be a perfect dear; but I don't want it to be perfect in any other
way--not at first, I mean. I want to make it so. Well, as I was saying
when you rudely interrupted me by scoffing--when I have a house of my own,
you shall come to stay with me, and you shall have breakfast in bed every
morning; and you shall not touch a duster, or wash a dish, or make a bed.
Oh, Audrey! it is going to be such a dear little gem of a place, with
large sunny windows opening on to the garden, and a balcony outside each
bedroom."

"How lovely!" sighed Audrey. "I wish you had it now. I'd love to be
sitting in one of your balconies, looking down at your flowers.
Of course, you would have crowds of flowers?"

"Oh, crowds--and apple-blossom, and honeysuckle, and pear and cherry
trees."

"I would sit there and read, and write and write. Oh, Irene, I think I
should go crazy with delight."

"No, you would not," laughed Irene. "When I saw you getting so I would
come and put a wet dishcloth in your hands, and bang a wash-bowl behind
you. That would bring you down to sober earth again."

Audrey groaned, and laughed. "I wonder when, or if ever, you will have
your little paradise," she questioned wistfully.

"Oh, I shall have it, but not for rather a long time yet. At least, I am
afraid it will be a long time. You see, I have to work for it first, and
I don't leave off lessons for another year yet. Then I am going to study
Domestic Science, and then I shall begin to earn money. You see, I have