"
"I wonder if we shall any of us ever get what we want," said Jean
thoughtfully." Jessie stands the best chance."
"You wouldn't say so, if you knew mamma as well as Kit and I do,"
returned Jessie, laughing. "I shan't have an easy time, when I try
to persuade her to let me carry out my plan. She wouldn't be any
more horrified if I wanted to be a farmer and plant my own
potatoes."
"What will Florence be, I wonder," said Polly. "It would have to
be something very pretty and dainty, or it would never suit her."
"Florence? Her future is all cut out," said Jean. "Didn't Mrs.
Hapgood tell it, last Hallowe'en, a devoted husband and a
beautiful home? She'll have everything she can possibly want, and
she'll keep it all in apple pie order, and she and her husband
will do nothing but bill and coo all day long."
"I don't believe it," said Molly, laughing at the sentimental
picture which Jean had called up. "I think Florence has more to
her than all that."
"What more can she want?" asked Katharine. "If she is a perfect
wife in a happy home, there isn't anything much better for any
woman."
"But it's getting dark, and I must go," said Polly, as she rose.
"Come, Jean; mamma will think I am lost.
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