"No doubt--for you have girls at low wages to do what is tedious, and
men at higher to do what is artistic; that is a very fair division of
labour," said Jane, bitterly.

"Nay, nay; I believe our profession, or rather trade, is more liberal
to the sex than any other. Write a good book, and will give you a good
price for it: design a fine illustration, and that has a market value
independent of sex."

"I can neither write nor draw," said Jane, "but I would fain have been
a corrector of the press; from that I might have risen to criticism,
and become a reader and a judge of manuscript; but I see the case is
hopeless. I suppose it is not you, but society who is to blame.
Perhaps I may be reduced to the book-stitching yet; if so, will you
give me a trial? In the meantime, I wish you good morning."

The publisher smiled and nodded. "A most eccentric young woman, and, I
daresay, a deserving one; but she takes hold of the world at the wrong
end," said he, as she went out to pursue her inquiry elsewhere.

"Now," said Jane, "I can release you, for I will make my next
application myself. If I fail here I really will be surprised, for I
make it to one who knows me."

Mrs. Dunn, the head of the dressmaking and millinery establishment
where the Miss Melvilles had been initiated into these arts, had been
very handsomely paid for instructing them, had always praised Jane's
industry and Elsie's taste, and had held them up as patterns for all
her young people. Of course she knew, as all the world knew, that they
had been disinherited by their uncle, but she fancied they had other