Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
"Why, with even a month of this, I shall have riches stored for every
day of the year," said Kate. "None of my pupils ever saw a lake, that
I know of. I shall tell them of this with its shining water, its
rocky, shady, sandy shore lines; of the rowboats and steam-boats, and
the people from all over the country. Before I go back, I can tell
them of wonderful lectures, concerts, educational demonstrations here.
I shall get much from the experiences of other teachers. I shall
delight my pupils with just you."
"In what way?" asked Mrs. Jardine.
"Oh, I shall tell them of a dainty little woman who know everything.
From you I shall teach my girls to be simple, wholesome, tender, and
kind; to take the gifts of God thankfully, reverently, yet with
self-respect. From you I can tell them what really fine fabrics are,
and about laces, and linens. When the subjects arise, as they always
do in teaching, I shall describe each ring you wear, each comb and pin,
even the handkerchiefs you carry, and the bags you travel with. To
teach means to educate, and it is a big task; but it is almost
painfully interesting. Each girl of my school shall go into life a
gentler, daintier woman, more careful of her person and speech because
of my having met you. Isn't that a fine thought?"
"Why, you darling!" cried Mrs. Jardine. "Life is always having lovely
things in store for me. Yesterday I thought Susette's leaving me as
she did was the most cruel thing that ever happened to me. To-day I
get from it this lovely experience. If you are straight from
sunbonnets, as you told me last night, where did you get these advanced
ideas?"
"If sunbonnets could speak, many of them would tell of surprising heads
they have covered," laughed Kate. "Life deals with women much the same
as with men. If we go back to where we start, history can prove to you
that there are ten sunbonnets to one Leghorn hat, in the high places of
the world."
"Not to entertain me, but because I am interested, my dear, will you
tell me about your particular sunbonnet?" asked Mrs. Jardine.
Kate sat staring across the blue lake with wide eyes, a queer smile
twisting her lips. At last she said slowly: "Well, then, my sunbonnet
is in my trunk. I'm not so far away from it but that it still travels
with me. It's blue chambray, made from pieces left from my first
pretty dress. It is ruffled, and has white stitching. I made it
myself. The head that it fits is another matter. I didn't make that,
or its environment, or what was taught it, until it was of age, and had
worked out its legal time of service to pay for having been a head at
all. But my head is now free, in my own possession, ready to go as
fast and far on the path of life as it develops the brains to carry it.
You'd smile if I should tell you what I'd ask of life, if I could have
what I want."
"I scarcely think so. Please tell me."
"You'll be shocked," warned Kate.
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