For her, with her wide-open
eyes and ears, her vivid imagination and her thirsty mind, life
was one closely packed series of adventures.
``I had an hour to spare,'' she proceeded to explain. ``I
thought it was a chance to further a little scheme I've got for
marrying Jane Hastings and David Hull.''
``Um!'' said Victor with a quick change of expression --which,
however, Selma happened not to observe.
``And,'' she went on, ``I blundered into a luncheon party Jane
was giving. You never saw--you never dreamed of such style--such
dresses and dishes and flowers and hats! And I was sitting there
with them, enjoying it all as if it were a circus or a ballet,
when-- Oh, Victor, what a silly, what a pitiful waste of time and
money! So much to do in the world--so much that is thrillingly
interesting and useful--and those intelligent young people
dawdling there at nonsense a child would weary of! I had to run
away. If I had stayed another minute I should have burst out
crying-- or denouncing them--or pleading with them to behave
themselves.''
``What else can they do?'' said Victor. ``They don't know any
better. They've never been taught. How's the article?''
And he led the way up to the editorial room and held her to the
subject of the article he had asked her to write. At the first
opportunity she went back to the subject uppermost in her mind.
Said she:
``I guess you're right--as usual. There's no hope for any people
of that class.
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