Mate selection -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- United States -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
He gave a rather hopeless laugh. "Oh, yes, she is. I haven't the ghost
of a chance; besides--" he paused, took off his glasses, and put them on
again, with deliberation--"besides, if I had a chance, I'd be a cur to
take it. As you know, I had a blow below the belt. A man never quite
gets his wind again, after a little affair like mine. It would be great
luck for me to have Fred, but what sort of luck would it be for her to
spend her life '_amusing_' me?"
"Nonsense! I won't listen to such--" she paused, while three girls,
romping along, arm in arm, swept past them, down the veranda. "Pretty
things, aren't they?" she said, looking after them with tender old eyes;
"how lovely Youth is!--even when it does its best to be ugly as to
clothes and manners, like two of those youngsters. They didn't even see
us, they were so absorbed in being young, bless their hearts! The
outside one who bowed is a Wharton girl. She is a charming child,
charming! And doing wonderfully at college. But those others--!"
"Awful," he agreed. "Cousin Eliza, what's the matter with women,
nowadays?"
"Perfectly simple. They are drunk!"
"Drunk?"
"With the sudden sense of freedom. My dear boy, reflect: When you were
born--no, you're too young"--he waved a deprecating hand, but he liked
the phrase--"when _I_ was born--that's seventy-three years ago--women
were dependent upon your delightful sex; so, of course, they were
cowards and you were bullies. Oh, yes; there were exceptions! There were
courageous women, and henpecked men. And, of course, cowardice didn't
always know it was cowardly, and bullying was often nothing but
kindness. But you can say what you please, women were not free! They had
to do what their men wanted--or quarrel with their families, and strike
out for themselves! And what was there for them to do to earn their
living? Outside of domestic service, nothing but teaching, sewing, and
Sairey Gamp nursing! When I was a girl I did not know enough to teach
and I hated sewing. So, if I had wanted to do anything my father and
mother didn't approve of, I couldn't have kicked up my heels and said,
'I'll support myself!' Besides, I shouldn't have dared. The Fifth
Commandment was still in existence when I was young. But now," she
ended, "that's all changed. Girls can kick up their heels whenever they
feel like it!"
He laughed, and said that Fred Payton had kicked entirely over the
traces.
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