And isn't she interesting? And so kind. I believe she
likes me. She kept me a long time and made me a cup of tea, and begged
me to come again. She nearly hypnotized me, I am really infatuated
with her. Oh, we had a lovely time. She is different from us, but it
does us good to mix with other kinds, don't you think so? I believe
she did me good. I feel very emancipated to-night."
Carol tossed her blue-ribboned, curly head, and the warm approval in
David's eyes cooled a little.
"What did she have to say?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, she talked a lot about being broad, and generous, and not allowing
environment to dwarf one. She thinks it is a shame for a--a--girl of
my--well, she called it my 'divine sparkle,' and she said it was a
compliment,--anyhow, she said it was a shame I should be confined to a
little half-souled bunch of Presbyterians in the Heights. She has a
lot of friends down-town, advanced thinkers, she calls them,--a poet,
and some authors, and artists, and musicians,--folks like that. They
have informal meetings every week or so, and she is going to take me.
She says I will enjoy them and that they will adore me."
Carol's voice swelled with triumph, and David's approval turned to ice.
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