And what is more worth while than simplicity?
Simplicity! Simplicity! Isn't it truly WONDERFUL!
Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself: "have I been simple and genuine today? Or have I FAILED?
Papa always has two maiden aunts to Thanks- giving dinner. Dear old souls, I suppose, but frumps, you know.
And Fothergil Finch was there, too. I asked poor dear Fothy, because otherwise he would have had to eat in some restaurant.
I tried to be agreeable to Papa's aunts — of course. I suppose they are my great-aunts, but I never felt REALLY related to them — but how could he know how terribly unadvanced they are?
Fothy's only real interests center about Art, you know. And if he had talked of Art it would have been better.
But, as he told me later, he thought he should try to meet my people on their own ground and talk of something practical.
Something with a direct bearing on life, you know.
So he asked Aunt Evelyn what she thought of
Trial Marriages.