"Yes--you know, Belle-Ann, even in your simple old-timey song, 'Kitty Wells,' I have wondered at the volume and peculiar quality of your voice, and have compared the strength of that peculiar cadence to that of great singers I have heard. I believe that your voice holds all the fundamental requisites of an operatic singer. Anyhow, we are going to have your voice cultivated to its highest perfection--and who can tell--you may in time become a prima-donna." Belle-Ann hung upon Miss Worth's utterances with an intentness that lent to her an attitude of listening to some seductive melody coming from afar. "Prima-donna--prima-donna," she murmured softly and wonderingly. "Prima-donna--but don't tell me--let me find it, Miss Worth--I am not sure of its meaning." Whereupon, she skipped across the room and returning with her dictionary, flurried over its pages eagerly and swiftly. "P-r--p-r-i--prima--prima-donna--heah, I have it," she said. "'Prima-donna--the principal female singer in an opera;'--and do they make lots of money?" she inquired quickly. "They surely do," responded Miss Worth with growing amusement. Belle-Ann reflected for a moment. "Maybe--fifty dollars a month?" she ventured timidly. "That sum wouldn't interest a prima-donna, Belle-Ann. It is said that some of them enjoy salaries of one thousand dollars per week and more." "One thousand dollars!" she cried, aghast. "Yes." Belle-Ann slowly closed her dictionary and a look of deep disappointment touched her pretty oval features. "Oh, no, Miss Virginia," she sighed, clasping her little hands hopelessly. "I could never make one thousand dollars in one week--I just know I couldn't." Miss Worth laughed outright--then kissed her twice. "Let's talk about what we are to do to-morrow," suggested Miss Worth cheerily. "I have another pleasant surprise for you, dearest." Belle-Ann showed her winsome dimples and waited expectantly. "It is very necessary that you have some nice clothes and have them immediately. I mean some stylish apparel suitable to appear in city society, because you have some friends in Lexington who are anxious to have us visit them shortly, so to-morrow morning you and I are going to the city and I will take you to a modiste and have some pretty gowns made up for you. Here is the money." At this juncture, Miss Worth dropped five one hundred dollar bills into Belle-Ann's lap. The girl was utterly stupefied with a surging joy, and her exclamations of delight were varied and many as she tossed her curls in sheer exultation and rapture. The mere anticipation and the purpose of this intended sojourn filled Belle-Ann's untutored, pleasure-starved heart with ecstasy.