"Caroline," demanded Miss Keeldar abruptly, "don't you wish you had a profession--a trade?"
"I wish it fifty times a day. As it is, I often wonder what I came into the world for. I long to have something absorbing and compulsory to fill my head and hands and to occupy my thoughts."
"Can labour alone make a human being happy?"
"No; but it can give varieties of pain, and prevent us from breaking our hearts with a single tyrant master-torture. Besides, successful labour has its recompense; a vacant, weary, lonely, hopeless life has none."
"But hard labour and learned professions, they say, make women masculine, coarse, unwomanly."

"Caroline," demanded Miss Keeldar abruptly, "don't you wish you had a profession?"
"I wish it fifty times a day. I often wonder what I came into the world for. I long to have something absorbing to fill my head and hands and to occupy my thoughts. Labour may not make us happy, but it can prevent us from breaking our hearts with a tyrant pain. Besides, successful labour has its reward."
"But labour and professions, they say, make women masculine, coarse, unwomanly."
