10/35 The dear old city would be like a ship without ballast, heeling over with every wind, and letting in the waters of immorality and scepticism. New York expects the very best of everything; and when she gets it, she opens her heart and her pocketbook enjoys it, and pays for it." "That is the truth, Ethel. I was thinking of your grandmother Rawdon. I had an urgent note from her last night. She says she has 'extraordinary news' and begs me to 'come to her immediately.' I cannot imagine what her news is. |