5/22 That was my idea in giving her the training." "Settle down in _Sparta!_" Mrs.Bell repeated, with a significant curve of her superior lip. "Why, who is there--" "Lots of people, though it isn't for me to name them, nor for you either, my dear. But speaking generally, there isn't a town of its size in the Union with a finer crop of go-ahead young men in it than Sparta." Mrs.Bell was leaning against the inside shutter of their bedroom window, looking out, while she waited for her husband. As she looked, one of Sparta's go-ahead young men, glancing up as he passed in the street below and seeing her there behind the panes, raised his hat. "You don't understand, Leslie." "Perhaps not," Mr.Bell returned. |