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"What I wanted to say," said Mary, "is just this----"
She stood up and looked rather more at the triplets than any one else,
so that Lee exclaimed, "Votes for women," and Gay echoed her with,
"Yes, but none for poor little girls in their teens."
"Hitherto," continued the orator, "The Inn has been only informally
open. It's been more like having a few friends stopping with us. We had
to see more or less of them. But after to-day there will be a crowd, and
I think it would be more dignified and pleasanter for them if _some_ of
us kept ourselves a little more to ourselves. What do _you_ think,
Arthur?"
Arthur looked up sweetly. It was evident that he had not been listening.
"Why, Mary," he said, "I think it might be managed with infinite
patience."
The triplets giggled; Maud and Eve exchanged amused looks.
"Arthur," said Mary, "you can make one contribution to this discussion
if you want to. You can tell us what you are really thinking about, so
that we needn't waste time trying to guess."
"Why," said he gently, "you know I have quite a knack with animals,
taming them and training them, and I was wondering if it would be
possible to train a snail. _That's_ what I was thinking about. I have a
couple in my pocket at the moment, and----"
"Never mind _now_," said Mary hurriedly, and she turned to the
triplets. "What do _you_ think of what I said?"
"I think it was tortuous and involved," said Lee, "and that it would
hardly bear repetition."
"It smacked of paternalism," said Gay. And even Phyllis, her mind upon
the convalescing Herring, was moved to speak.
"You said it would be more dignified for some of us to keep to
ourselves. Perhaps it would. You said it would be pleasanter for the
people who are coming here to stay. I doubt it!"
"Bully for you, old girl," shouted Lee and Gay; "sick her!"
Mary moaned. She was proof against their hostilities, but the language
in which they were couched pierced her to the marrow.
"I am sure," she said, "that Maud and Eve will agree with me."
"Of course," said Eve.
"Naturally," said Maud.
"There!" exclaimed Mary, with evident triumph.
"We agree," said Eve, "that _some_ of us should keep ourselves more to
ourselves."
And she looked sternly at the triplets. But then she turned and looked
sternly at Mary and rose to her feet.
"We think," she said with a _j'accuse_ intonation, "that those who
haven't kept themselves to themselves should, and that those who
have--shouldn't. Maud and I, for instance, haven't the slightest
objection to being fetched for and carried for by attractive young men.
Have we, Maud? But hitherto, as must have been obvious to the veriest
nincompoop, we have done our own fetching and carrying."
There was a short silence. Mary blushed. Arthur fidgeted. He was
wondering if snails preferred the human voice or whistling.
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