Mary Minds Her Business

y's education was receiving

one day, "do you know that

as they looked at each other, with thoughtful benignity

ic. But I do think she ought to go to a good finishing school now for a year or two-Miss Parsons', of course-where she would not only be welcomed because of her

g Ladies was broached to Mary, I think it would have reminded you of that f

etly but unmistakably, she put her foot down on

lf could have given

rew, the more democratic, the

d the wilderness in search of liberty and adventure-who had toiled, and fought, and given their lives, unknown, unsung, but never in Mary's mind to be forgotten. And whenever she thought of travel, she found she would rather see the Rockies than the Alps, rather go to New Orleans than O

taken aback, "you ought to go somewhere, you kn

I don't want to go to

you want t

rations, it cam

ywhere, I want t

hicago, the farms of the Middle West, Yellowstone Park, geysers, the Old Man of the Mountain, Aztec ruins, redwood forests, orange groves and at the end of the vista-like a statue at the end of a garden walk-she imagined a great democratic ins

?" gasped M

intent upon her panorama

a. I'll l

n vain that her aunts argued with her, pointing out the social advantages which she would enjoy from attending Miss Parsons' School.

did, t

allantry, masquerades and music, to say nothing of handsome young polo players and titled admirers from

e likes," said Helen at last, "b

ty by the Golden Gate, and every time she made the journey between the two oceans, sometimes accompanied by Miss Cordelia and sometimes by Miss Patty, she seeme

n't confess it, they liked to sit and listen to her chatter of the girls whose

ressing her hair which, when done in the grand manner, isn't far from being a talent. Pulled down on one side, with a pin or two adjusted, she was a dashing young duchess who rode to hou

ever," said Miss Cordelia one da

as pretty as Mary?

t a question you are asking!' "-is pretty in a way, of c

ss Patty. "Somethin

looking out toward the west. "I wonde

sugary, but this time she was determined to have it right. Long ago she had made all the friends that her room would hold, and most of them were there. Some were listening to a gir

girl in the spectacles. "Money is a millstone which the ric

ed away at

I'm rich," she smiled to herself. "I wond

s," continued the young orator. "So all they have to do is strike-an

the doctors striking…. And so could the farmers. Imagine the farmers striking for ei

ook shape in her mind. She stirred t

se the women were to go on strike for eight hours a day, and as much money as the men, and Saturday afternoons and Sundays off, and all the rest of it…. The world

at that moment that she could have reached out her hand and to

," she nodded to herself. "Still, perhaps it's the way of the world, lik

looking out at the campus, dreamy-eyed, half occupied with her

be any such thing a

n the dark, you couldn't tell

should belong

ways, and then tell me whic

ning, Mary saw that one of the girls was holding

this is with the mous

continued the girl with the specta

indow again, more dr

he world," she thought,

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