The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our TimeAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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The Sisters-In-Law: A Novel of Our Time
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
France -- Fiction; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
It only took half an hour to get the telephone connection and another
to seize by force a taxi, which, however, deposited them at the Étoile.
The driver explained unamiably that he wanted his dinner; and a bribe,
unless unthinkable, would have been useless. In these days taxi drivers
made fifty francs a day in tips, and, as a Frenchman knows exactly what
he wants and calculates to a nicety when he has enough, valuing rest
and nutriment above even the delights of gouging foolish Americans,
Alexina knew that it would be useless to argue and did not even waste
energy in announcing her opinion of him for taking a fare under false
pretenses. There was no other cab in sight and they walked the rest of
the way. But both were inured to hardships and took their mishap
good-naturedly, trudging the long distance under their umbrellas.
IV
After a very bad dinner in an airless room as frugally lighted they
made themselves comfortable in Alexina's room over the oil stove she
had bought, and supplied through Olive's influence with the higher
powers. She took off her street clothes and put on a thick dressing
gown, giving her sister-in-law a quilted red wrapper of Janet's, which
threw some warmth into Gora's pale cheeks. She looked comfortable,
almost happy, as she smoked her cigarette in the arm-chair.
Alexina curled up on the bed.
"Now, Gora," she said brightly, "give an account of yourself."
Gora did not reply for a moment and Alexina examining her again came to
the conclusion that she had been spared some of the horrors of the
front. As a head nurse her responsibilities had been too heavy for
philanderings, and having the literary imagination rather than the
personal she had no doubt consigned it to a water-tight compartment and
converted herself into a machine.
"I don't know that I can talk about it," she said. "I feel much like
the men. It is too close. I am thankful that I Had the experience: not
only to have been of actual service, indispensable, as every good nurse
was, but to have been a part of that colossal drama. But I am even more
thankful that it is over and if I can possibly avoid it I'll never
nurse again."
"I suppose you have had no time to write?"
"I should think not! During the brief leaves of absence I spent most of
the time in bed. But I have an immense amount of material. I have no
idea how much fiction has been written about the war; there might have
been none, so far as I have had time to discover. I've barely read a
newspaper."
"The only reason I want to go back to America is to hear the news. I
see a New York newspaper once in a while, and it is plain they have it
all. We have next to none in Europe, in France at all events. Shall you
write your stories here or go back to California? That would give you
the necessary perspective, I should think."
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