As she sat
there in her sun-flooded morning-room, clad in an exquisite
embroidered robe of pink Japanese silk, she was such a lovely thing
that I was ready to cry out for joy of her; and yet there was
something within me, grim and relentless, that sat on guard, warning
me that she was of a different faith from mine, and that between
those two faiths there could be no compromise. Some day she must
find out what I thought of her husband's wealth, and the work it was
doing in the world! Some day she must hear my real opinion of the
religion of motor-cars and hand-woven carpets!
13. Nor was the day so very far off. She sat opposite me, leaning
forward in her eagerness, declaring: "You must help to educate me. I
shall never rest until I'm of some real use in the world."
"What have you thought of doing?" I inquired.
"I don't know yet. My husband has an aunt who's interested in a
day-nursery for the children of working-women. I thought I might
help this, but my husband says it does no good whatever--it only
makes paupers of the poor. Do you think so?"
"I think more than that," I replied. "It sets women free to compete
with men, and beat down men's wages.
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