better place in the world for me? That my life must be always thus? I cannot be contented!"
Clem stopped short and stared at her agitated face.
"I never knew you were not happy, Nattie," he said, gently.
"Oh! I am not unhappy; I am only discontented," Nattie replied.
"You are. somewhat contradictory in your statements," said Clem, as they went on again, for she also had stopped. "Is it office troubles that annoy you? Poor little girl, it is a monotonous life!"
Nattie flushed at the tenderness in his voice.
"That is one thing," she replied, a little tremblingly, "but I want something to work for, as Cyn has. I am ambitious; my present position can never content me; I am haunted all the time by an uneasy consciousness that if I was smart I should be doing something to get ahead; and yet, I don't know what to do!"
"I remember you once said something about becoming a writer; why not try that?" suggested Clem.
They had reached their own landing at the hotel, and paused. The remainder of the party bad disappeared.
