Modern daughters : $b Conversations with various American girls and one manBlack, Alexander
General
Modern daughters : $b Conversations with various American girls and one man
Black, Alexander
Women -- Social and moral questions; Women -- United States -- Social conditions
“At Washington. Papa had some legislative business there. The only way to
get the thing through was to camp there, he said, and we camped there for
a whole winter. I was afraid at first that it was going to be wretchedly
dull. And it was, for a few weeks, until papa got his bearings, for
meanwhile Aunt Madeleine had started to live up to her theory that if
you got into the House set first your chances for the Senate and Cabinet
sets were nothing at all. One afternoon at Mrs. Senator Pritter’s, I met
an army man who is just the sort you have been threatening me with. Of
course he only pretended to be unserious, but I gave him the credit of
the pretence. One of the women had whispered to me that the ring was
going to defeat him for a promotion. When I asked him what the ring had
against him, he was almost serious for a moment, and to tell you the
truth, I almost liked him that way. ‘Who told you about the ring?’ he
asked me. ‘My sources of information cannot be divulged,’ I said. ‘But
why don’t you get it anyhow?’ He shook his head. ‘Let us talk about
the weather.’ I wouldn’t let him off that way. ‘I like fighters,’ I
persisted. ‘Why don’t you get everybody to work for you? Isn’t that the
way it’s done?’ ‘Will you work for me?’ he asked. ‘You’re laughing at
me,’ I said, ‘but I will work for you.’ Now you will laugh too, but I got
eight senators to speak to the President about the Lieutenant, and he was
promoted after all. When I saw him again, he was dreadfully serious, and
made a great mess of thanking me. Afterward he wrote me a nice letter
from Manila. All that got me quite interested in Washington.”
“Washington is quite an entertaining game—when you win.”
“I don’t ask to win always—if I like the game. It’s only in games I don’t
like that I insist on winning.... What are you so quiet about?”
“I was thinking ... how nice it was that you were coming out.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“My dear, don’t flutter forth into this too-serious world in a
distrustful mood.”
“I never have moods; I only have tenses.”
“And it is mostly the present tense. And yet you surely have begun to
think about the future.”
“In another minute you will be giving me advice.”
“No; not exactly that, though I might ask yours.... Why, here’s the
coffee!”
“When shall it be?... When shall you ask?”
“After you have come out.”
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
II
WITH A LEFT-OVER GIRL
[Illustration]
She had said that she did not care to play that afternoon, and the young
man went away with a disappointed look. There had been one or two young
men near her most of the time that day. Now she was alone. She sat in
a shaded part of the hotel veranda. In her lap was an open book, face
down. As I drew near I saw that the book was covered with a fragment of
unlettered paper, a circumstance which left to merely ocular dexterity no
chance of knowing what she was reading.
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