A Novel of the Metaphysical and Philoophical Kinds

When you've got a name, you can afford to digress and have philo ophical and metaphysical people in your novels. So with spartan firmness, the young authoress laid her first bourn on her table and chopped it up as ruthlessly as any ogre. In the hope of pleasing everyone, she took every one's advice, and, like the old man and his donkey in the fable, suited nobody. But there was an unconscious emphasis on the last word and a wistful look in the eyes that never lost their childlike candour,. which chilled jo's heart for a minute with a foreboding fear, and decided her to her little