Mate selection -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- United States -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was nearly twelve when Miss Carter's ponderous step told her she was
free. She laughed good-naturedly at the thanks the refreshed woman was
eager to give, but just as she was leaving the room Miss Carter's last
word caught her ear:
"I've had such a pleasant time, Miss Freddy. I'll do my work better for
it."
'Do her work better.'... In her eagerness to do her own work Fred had
never thought very much of other people's; but what a different world it
would be if everybody did their work better! "If every woman did her
best on her job, even if it were only taking care of Mortimores, it
would help things along," she told herself. "It's slackness on the job
that holds the world back." Looked at from that angle, then--the
bettering of Miss Carter's work--perhaps it did count to make things
pleasant at Payton Street? The idea put a new light on Mr. Weston's
call-down. Bearing other people's burdens had seemed not in the least
worth while; but if cheering people up helped them to do their
work--work which, after all, had to be done, somehow!--why, then there
was sense in it. She saw no sense in "cheering" her mother, for her
mother did nothing at all. Frederica had no dutiful illusions; Mrs.
Payton was an absolutely useless human being--and her daughter was
perfectly aware of it. "_She_ has no burden to bear," Fred thought,
carelessly. "But to give old fat Carter a hand by just amusing
her,--that helps the doing of work; and _that_ counts! I'll come in
oftener," she decided.
So, in her own fashion, by a back door, so to speak, Frederica Payton
entered into the old idea of _Duty_.
CHAPTER XIV
Fred was eager to impart to her man of business her wonderful discovery
that visits to Payton Street should be made, not because of "duty," but
because they were of value to the world.
"Your premises were wrong, but your deductions were correct," she
instructed him, and he roared with laughter.
"Fred, you'll discover the Ten Commandments next. It's the same old
result, only you call it by a different name. But go ahead; run the
universe! I don't care what kind of oil you use, so long as the gears
don't stick."
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