“Some time next week,” answered Marie.

“And his presence will do you more good than all the medicine in my chest.”

“I hope, Doctor,” said Mrs. Leroy, “that we will not lose sight of you, now that your professional visit is ended; for I believe your visit was the result of a conspiracy between Iola and her uncle.”

Dr. Latimer laughed, as he answered, “Ah, Mrs. Leroy, I see you have found us all out.”

“Oh, Doctor,” exclaimed Iola, with pleasing excitement, “there is a young lady coming here to visit me next week.  Her name is Miss Lucille Delany, and she is my ideal woman.  She is grand, brave, intellectual, and religious.”

“Is that so?  She would make some man an excellent wife,” replied Dr. Latimer.

“Now isn’t that perfectly manlike,” answered Iola, smiling.  “Mamma, what do you think of that?  Did any of you gentlemen ever see a young woman of much ability that you did not look upon as a flotsam all adrift until some man had appropriated her?”

“I think, Miss Leroy, that the world’s work, if shared, is better done than when it is performed alone.  Don’t you think your life-work will be better done if some one shares it with you?” asked Dr. Latimer, slowly, and with a smile in his eyes.

“That would depend on the person who shared it,” said Iola, faintly blushing.

“Here,” said Robert, a few evenings after this conversation, as he handed Iola a couple of letters, “is something which will please you.”

Iola took the letters, and, after reading one of them, said:  “Miss Delany and Harry will be here on Wednesday; and this one is an invitation which also adds to my enjoyment.”

“What is it?” asked Marie; “an invitation to a hop or a german?”

“No; but something which I value far more.  We are all invited to Mr. Stillman’s to a conversazione.”

“What is the object?”

“His object is to gather some of the thinkers and leaders of the race to consult on subjects of vital interest to our welfare.  He has invited Dr. Latimer, Professor Gradnor, of North Carolina, Mr. Forest, of New York, Hon. Dugdale, Revs.  Carmicle, Cantnor, Tunster, Professor Langhorne, of Georgia, and a few ladies, Mrs. Watson, Miss Brown, and others.”

“I am glad that it is neither a hop nor a german,” said Iola, “but something for which I have been longing.”

“Why, Iola,” asked Robert, “don’t you believe in young people having a good time?”

“Oh, yes,” answered Iola, seriously, “I believe in young people having amusements and recreations; but the times are too serious for us to attempt to make our lives a long holiday.”

“Well, Iola,” answered Robert, “this is the first holiday we have had in two hundred and fifty years, and you shouldn’t be too exacting.”

“Yes,” replied Marie, “human beings naturally crave enjoyment, and if not furnished with good amusements they are apt to gravitate to low pleasures.”