"_Is_ not your Desire satisfied?" "What a blessed little double name you have! Yes, Daisy, the very Desire of my heart has come to me!" Rodney and Sylvie walked down again to the Cascade Rock, and finished their talk together,--this April number of it, I mean,--about the brown house and the three-windowed, sunny room, and the grass plot where they would play croquet, and the road to the mills that was shaded all the way down, so that she could walk with her bonnet off to meet him when he was coming up to tea. About the ivies that the "good Miss Goodwyns" had kept safe and thriving at Dorbury, and the furniture that Sylvie had stored in a loft in the Bank Block. How pretty the white frilled curtains would be in the porch room! "And the interest of the five thousand dollars will be all I shall ever want to spend for anything!" "We shall be quite rich people, Sylvie. We must take care not to grow proud and snobbish." "We had much better walk than ride, Rodney. I think that is the riddle that all our spills have been meant to read us." End of Project Gutenberg's The Other Girls, by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney