They grow gray getting it."
"That's where only one _can_ have it at a time," said Ruth. "These
things are different."
"'Next things' interfere occasionally," said Barbara. "Next things up,
and next things down."
"I don't know," said Rose, serenely unconscious and impersonal. "I
suppose people wouldn't naturally--it can't be meant they should--walk
right away from their own opportunities."
Ruth laughed,--not aloud, only a little single breath, over her work.
Dakie Thayne leaned back.
"What,--if you please,--Miss Ruth?"
"I was thinking of the opportunities _down_," Ruth answered.
It was several days after this that the young party drifted together
again, on the Westover lawn. A plan was discussed. Mrs. Van Alstyne
had walked over with Olivia and Adelaide Marchbanks, and it was she
who suggested it.
"Why don't you have regular practisings," said she, "and then a
meeting, for this and the archery you wanted to get up, and games for
a prize? They would do nicely together."
Olivia Marchbanks drew up a little. She had not meant to launch the
project here. Everything need not begin at Westover all at once.
But Dakie Thayne broke in.
"Did you think of that?" said he. "It's a capital idea."
"Ideas are rather apt to be that," said Adelaide Marchbanks. "It is
the carrying out, you see."
"Isn't it pretty nearly carried out already? It is only to organize
what we are doing as it is."
"But the minute you _do_ organize! You don't know how difficult it is
in a place like this.
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