2/12 This afternoon we'll probably ring up a few that are still in town, and dance in Polly's parlor at the Fairmont." Helene's lip curled, her voice had risen. With, all her young enjoyment of wealth and position, she had been bred in a class where to idle is a crime. "Just putting in time--time that ought to be as precious as youth and high spirits and ease and popularity! But what is one to do? I don't wonder the Socialists hate us and want to put us all to work. No doubt we should be much happier. |