Criminals -- Fiction; Social problems -- Fiction; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918 -- Fiction
The limp retreating figure of the woman filled Elizabeth with distress.
When, at the door, she saw the woman press to her eyes the sodden
handkerchief she had been rolling in her palm during the interview, she
ran after her; in the hall outside, away from others, she called; the
woman turned and gazed at her suspiciously.
"Here!" said Elizabeth fearfully.
She opened her purse and emptied from it into the woman’s hand all the
silver it held.
"Where do you live?" she asked, and as the woman gave her the number of
the house where she rented a room, Elizabeth realized how inappropriate
the word "live" was. Elizabeth returned to the office with a glow in
her breast, though she dreaded Mrs. Norton, whom she feared she had
affronted by her deed. But Mrs. Norton received her with a smile.
"It seemed hard to you, no doubt," Mrs. Norton said, and Mrs. Rider and
the two agents looked up with smiles of their own, as if they were about
to shine in Mrs. Norton’s justification, "but you’ll learn after a
while. We must discriminate, you know; we must not pauperize them.
When you’ve been in the work as long as I have,"--she paused with a
superior lift of her eyebrows at the use of this word "work,"--"you’ll
understand better."
Elizabeth felt a sudden indignation which she concealed, because she had
her own doubts, after all. The ladies were gathering for the committee
meeting and just then Mrs. Russell beckoned her into an inner room.
"The air is better in here," she said.
XV
Every day Elizabeth went to the Organized Charities. The committee on
arrangements divided itself into subcommittees, and these, with other
committees that were raised, must have meetings, make reports, receive
instructions, and consider ways and means. The labor entailed was
enormous. The women were exhausted before the first week had ended; the
rustling of their skirts as they ran to and fro, their incessant
chatter---they all spoke at once--their squealing at each other as their
nerves snapped under the strain, filled the rooms with clamor. But all
this endless confusion and complication were considered necessary in
order to effect an organization. If any one doubted or complained, it
was only necessary to speak the word "organization," and criticism was
immediately silenced.
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