“That is a most ambitious child,” said Dr. Selden as his wife entered the room after seeing Joanne tucked in.
“I am afraid she is too ambitious,” replied Mrs. Selden. “I am afraid all these new interests are too exciting for her.”
“Has she complained of headache lately?”
“No,” returned Mrs. Selden after considering the question, “come to think of it, she has not for a long time.”
“She tells me she is almost up to her normal weight and measurements.”
“How in the world does she know?”
“She keeps a strict account on a card she had given her by her Girl Scout captain. Fine idea that Girl Scout plan.”
“Yes, in some directions, but she wants to do such queer things like laundry work and cooking and such things. I never learned them and up to the present have never had to cook a meal and I have always been able to find a laundress.”
“Then you are very lucky if one may believe the tales one hears. Let her learn; it won’t hurt her a bit.”
Mrs. Selden lifted her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders but made no reply. Being of a conventional make up, and unaccustomed to alter the standards of her youth, she could see no reason for allowing Joanne to do the things which she had never been called upon to do, and rather resented the fact that her husband approved of the modern point of view.