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A Dream Turned Upside Down

           Can’tyouseehowawfulitis?”

           “ImustconfessIcan’t.WHATiswrong?”

           “Everything,”moanedAnne.“IfeelasifIweredisgracedforever.Whatdoyouthinkamotherwouldfeellikeifshefoundherchildtattooedoverwithabakingpowderadvertisement?Ifeeljustthesame.Ilovedmypoorlittlestory,andIwroteitoutofthebestthatwasinme.AnditisSACRILEGEtohaveitdegradedtothelevelofabakingpowderadvertisement.Don’tyourememberwhatProfessorHamiltonusedtotellusintheliteratureclassatQueen’s?Hesaidwewerenevertowriteawordforaloworunworthymotive,butalwaystoclingtotheveryhighestideals.WhatwillhethinkwhenhehearsI’vewrittenastorytoadvertiseRollingsReliable?And,oh,whenitgetsoutatRedmond!ThinkhowI’llbeteasedandlaughedat!”

           “Thatyouwon’t,”saidGilbert,wonderinguneasilyifitwerethatconfoundedJunior’sopinioninparticularoverwhichAnnewasworried.“TheRedswillthinkjustasIthoughtthatyou,beinglikenineoutoftenofus,notoverburdenedwithworldlywealth,hadtakenthiswayofearninganhonestpennytohelpyourselfthroughtheyear.Idon’tseethatthere’sanythingloworunworthyaboutthat,oranythingridiculouseither.Onewouldratherwritemasterpiecesofliteraturenodoubtbutmeanwhileboardandtuitionfeeshavetobepaid.”

           Thiscommonsense,matter-of-factviewofthecasecheeredAnnealittle.Atleastitremovedherdreadofbeinglaughedat,thoughthedeeperhurtofanoutragedidealremained.

           

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