“Well, yes, I know.... But girls’re different. They only want a job for a little while,—a year, two or three years perhaps, and then they get married. Working for girls is only a sort of stop-gap.”
“No, it isn’t; not always. There’s many a girl who perhaps doesn’t regard matrimony with such awful importance as you men think. I mean girls who aren’t thinking about marriage at all, and who really want to become smart, capable business women.”
Roy smiled deprecatingly. “But I’m talking about the average girl,” he said.
“And so am I. Girls have a right to be economically independent, and I can’t see why they have to stop working just because they marry,—any more than men do.”
“Girls have to stay home and run the house.”
“Oh, what nonsense!” cried Jeanette. “It’s no more her home than it is the man’s.”
Roy shrugged his slight shoulders. He had no desire to argue with her. He was more concerned with the thought that in the future there would be no office to bring them together daily.
“There are only two days more. Saturday we get our last pay envelope.”
They walked on in silence.
“I hope you’ll let me come to see you. We’ve become such good friends. I’d hate to....”