I don't mean to be
conceited, but I know that I have got the flutterings of a poet's
wings in my soul, and soar I must."
Jasmine looked very pretty while she was speaking, and little Daisy
admired her high-flown words, and fully believed in her genius.
"Do soar, Jasmine, darling," she said; "I have not a notion how you
are to do it, but do begin at once. It will make these rooms more than
ever like a Palace Beautiful if you take to soaring in them."
"I've nearly finished my novel," said Jasmine; "and I've also written
a poem. It is called the 'Flight of the Beautiful,' and is in seven
parts. Each part would take up two or three pages of a magazine.
To-morrow, Daisy dear, I am going to take my novel and poem into the
market. I shall offer them to the highest bidders. I won't send them
by post, for I always notice in books that, when gifted authors send
their contributions by post, they are declined with thanks, because
they aren't read. I am going to take my own manuscripts to the
publishers, Daisy, and I shall propose to them to read aloud a few
extracts."
"You can't be at all shy if you do that, Jasmine," said Daisy, looking
in a rather awe-struck way at her sister.
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