"That's it. Her ideas at present are typical of her condition. 'Snip
the cord that holds me,' she said to me to-day; 'beg father to give
me a handful of blank checks and old Mousey'--that's what she calls
the housekeeper--'buy a nice nurse for me in case I need one--a nice
un-nurse-like nurse,' she stipulated--'and let me play around the world
for a few months to see if I can find my real self hiding in some cranny;
then I'll come back and be good!' The girl's a fool, but most girls are
when they've been brought up as she has been. Moffatt is at his wits'
end. Young Clyde Huntter is on the carpet just now. Think of that match!
think of what it would mean to Moffatt! There are times when I regret the
club and cliff-dwelling age where women are concerned."
"Now, now, my dear friend, please remember my sex."
Helen ran from Richard to Ledyard. "We're all fagged, and the June night
is sultry. After all, girls, even women, should be allowed a mind of
their own! Take me home, Dick, I'm deeply offended." She smiled and held
out her hands.
"If they were all as sane as you, Helen," Ledyard's glance softened.
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