"Daisy, I'm going to be it. I'm
going to fling my shackles to the winds. I'm going to soar."
"It sounds lovely," said Daisy. "You always were a poet, Jasmine, and
I suppose poets do talk like that; but how are you going to be
independent, Jasmine?"
"I'm going to earn money, little woman. Miss Egerton has kept me in
shackles. I've worn them patiently, but now I burst the bonds. Daisy,
I have formed a little theory. I believe girls are sent into the world
with a strong bias in a particular direction. You see, it always did
seem to be meant that dear Primrose was to be a companion, or
secretary, of some sort; for Mrs. Ellsworthy wanted her to be Mr.
Ellsworthy's secretary, and to write his letters for him. She would
not be that, even though it was her bent, and now she's got to accept
something far worse; for it really must be dreadful to be 'continual
reader' to poor old Mrs. Mortlock. Now, Daisy, what I say is
this--there's no use in wasting time or money looking after things
which don't suit us. Primrose was meant to be a secretary or continual
reader, and so she has to be one; and I have always been meant to
belong to the rather higher order of novelist or poet, and there's no
use in my being damped any longer by Miss Egerton.
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