You be an
ornament to your sex, but only such women as you can grip them audacious
ideas. Let them be sowed broadcast and----"
"Where would me, and such as me, be?" Long Jean muttered, defending her
profession.
Mrs. Terhune tactfully turned the conversation:
"Have you noticed the change in Jerry-Jo McAlpin?" she asked with a
mysterious shake of her head.
"Any change for the better would be welcome," Mrs. McAdam retorted. "Have
another cup, Jean? Strong or weak?"
"Strong. I says often, says I, that unless tea curls your tongue you
might just as well take water. When I'm on duty I keep a pot on the back
of the stove week in and week out; it do brace me powerful."
Mrs. McAdam poured the tea into the outstretched cup and proceeded to
discuss Jerry-Jo.
"Why doesn't the scamp go to the States and find himself instead of
worrying old Jerry's very life out of him--the vampire!"
"He may have it in his mind," soothed Mary Terhune, "but the lad's deep
and far seeing like his Injun mother--beg pardon, Jean, the term's a
compliment, God save me!"
"You've saved your face, Mrs.
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