For he got rich--for my sake--and the money brought Amy's friends back in a horde! Oh, now I'm repeating! I've said all that--" "Please say it again! You're doing so well!" Ethel told about Fanny and the rest.

"I tried to like them--honestly! But I simply couldn't!" she cried.
"Why couldn't you?
Tell me plainly just what it was you wanted." "What I wanted?
Plainly?
Oh, dear--I can't exactly--" "What kind of people ?" Ethel frowned.
"Not just eaters!" she exclaimed.

"I wanted men and women who--well, who were seeing something big--and beautiful and real in life! Life is so hard and queer in this town--so awfully crowded and mixed up--and empty, somehow.

You know how I mean?
But they see something in it all.
Not clearly--it's way off, you know.

And they're busy of course, and by no means saints.