That I must do without. But I will do without it
gracefully, with never a whimper, or I don't know myself. But now I AM
worried over Peggy. I wish I could consult with somebody with sense.
What a woman I am! I mean, how feminine I am! I wish I could cure
myself of the habit of being feminine. It is a horrible nuisance; this
wishing to consult with somebody when I am worried is so disgustingly
feminine.
Well, I have consulted. I am back in my own room. It is after supper.
We had three kinds of cake, hot biscuits, and raspberries, and--a
concession to Cyrus--a platter of cold ham and an egg salad. He will
have something hearty, as he calls it (bless him! he is a good-fellow),
for supper. I am glad, for I should starve on Ada's New England menus.
I feel better, now that I have consulted, although, when I really
consider the matter, I can't see that I have arrived at any very
definite issue. But I have consulted, and, above all things, with Ned
Temple! I was walking down the street, and I reached his newspaper
building. It is a funny little affair; looks like a toy house. It is
all given up to the mighty affairs of the Eastridge Banner. In front
there is a piazza, and on this piazza sat Ned Temple. Changed? Well,
yes, poor fellow! He is thin. I am so glad he is thin instead of fat;
thinness is not nearly so disillusioning.
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