It happened--and you never knew.
Nor did she.

It was all so natural.

But within a year she was going with people, and so were you, who cared for nothing you had wanted--women with no growth at all.

They were all--oh, so common, Joe!" "That's a bit snobbish, isn't it ?" "You can call it what you like! But I say you can find them all over town--richer and poorer, better and worse--women who want only common things--just clothes and food and what they call love--with not a wish that I can see except for money to live like that! I'm no prig, Joe! I want pretty clothes, and I want to be gay and have nice things.

But you can get all I want of that and still get what is so much more!" Her voice dropped; she hurried eagerly on: "Real work you love and which makes you grow, and friends that keep you growing! Ideas and things to know about--and beauty, music, pictures--the opera--books and people, plays--and buildings! The new library--the station--the--the tower down on Madison Square! Your work, Joe! And your old friends! Men and women who really think and feel--not just alive in their bodies! I don't know much about all that.