The Journey starts here…

Jane got up, though she hated getting up more this morning than ever she had before.

What was there to get up for? Another dreary day like all the days that had preceded it, full of meaningless little tasks, joyless and unimportant, that benefited nobody.

But if she did not get up at once she would not be ready for breakfast at eight o’clock. Hard and fast times for meals were the rule in Mrs. Daily’s household. Breakfast at eight, dinner at one, supper at six, year in and year out.

No excuses for being late were ever tolerated. So up Jane got, shivering. Jane felt that she couldn’t tell anybody about her heart pains unless she had to.

She felt quite sure there was nothing at all seriously wrong with her heart and no need of all the pother that would ensue if she mentioned it.

She would just slip up quietly and see Dr. Travis that very day. As for his bill, she had the two hundred dollars that her father had put in the bank for her the day she was born, but she would secretly take out enough to pay Dr. Travis.

She was never allowed to use even the interest of this.

Y.O.U. and M.E. were so excited to see Lady Jane begin to think about apply her personal power.

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Uncertainty and Transition…

His books are so popular we can’t keep them in at all, though I really can’t see what people find in them to rave over.”

“I think they’re wonderful,” said Jane, timidly.

“Oh–well–” Miss Clarkson smiled in a patronizing fashion that relegated Jane’s opinions to limbo, “I can’t say I care much for bugs myself. But certainly Foster seems to know all there is to know about them.”

Jane didn’t know whether she cared much for bugs either. It was not Sidney Snow’s uncanny knowledge of wild creatures and insect life that enthralled her.

She could hardly say what it was–some tantalizing lure of a mystery never revealed–some hint of a great secret just a little further on–some faint, elusive echo of lovely, forgotten things–Sidney Snow’s magic was indefinable. Y.O.U.

knew that feeling that Lady Jane was experiencing was the sparkle of her Divine Design becoming Lady Jane forward into her bright future.

M.E. was chomping at the bit, like a thorough bred horse at the starting gate ready to win the prize.

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Are you feeling called to bloom, blossom, thrive?

Yes, she would get a new Foster book. It was a month since she had Snow Sparkle, so surely Mother could not object.

Jane had read it four times–she knew whole passages off by heart. And–she almost thought she would go and see Dr. Travis about that queer pain around the heart.

It had come rather often lately, and the palpitations were becoming annoying, not to speak of an occasional dizzy moment and a queer shortness of breath.

But could she go to him without telling anyone? It was a most daring thought. None of the Dailys ever consulted a doctor without holding a family council and getting Uncle Edmund’ approval.

Y.O.U. and M.E. both knew the best path was to see Dr. Travis, the sooner the better!.

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