enjoy myself these next few days. All the people I like best
are coming, and they mostly like me best. That is such an advantage.
Wouldn't it be awful to like somebody very much and find he didn't like
you? What a degrading position! Oh dear, what a nice world!"

"More than usual?"

"Much more. I'm dreadfully happy inside. Don't you know how you can be
immensely happy outside and not really be happy at all? But when you are
happy inside you are happy altogether, and don't mind a wet day or going
to the dentist's one scrap. Isn't it funny how one gets happy inside all
in a moment? I suppose there is a cause for everything, isn't there?
Ugh! there's an earwig. Oh, it's going your way, not mine. I wonder what
the cause of earwigs is. I wish they would find it out and reason it
away."

Gladys put an empty inverted teacup over the earwig.

"What made you happy inside?" she asked.

"Well, darling Aunt Alice started it two afternoons ago when we came
back from the Zoo. I had a delightful talk, and she gave me some
excellent advice. She quite realized that I wasn't exactly what most
people would call being in love with him, but she advised me anyhow to
make up my mind whether I would say 'yes' or 'no,' and recommended
'yes.' And so I did make up my mind, and the very next day, do you know,
Gladys, when I dragged you away from the ball so early----"

"Because you had a headache," said Gladys, ruthlessly.

She had been enjoying herself, and still a little resented Daisy's
imperious order to go away.

"You needn't rub it in, darling. Well, that very night something
happened to me that frightened me at first. I began to feel quite
differently about him."

Daisy got up quickly.

"I've been so dreadfully happy ever since," she said, "although
sometimes I've felt quite miserable. Do you see the difference, or
does it sound nonsense? Let me explain. I've only felt miserable,
but I was happy. Gladys, I do believe it's It. It does make one feel
so infinitesimal, and so immense."

Gladys looked up quickly at her cousin. Whatever It was, this was
certainly a Daisy who was quite strange to her--Daisy with a strange,
shy look in her eyes, half exulting in this new feeling, half ashamed of
it.

"I hardly slept at all that night," she said, "and yet the night
didn't seem in the least long. And I don't think I wanted to sleep
except now and then when I felt miserable. And I believe it's the
same thing that makes me feel miserabl