‘Why so? Is there nothing in the world but suffrage, and opium and—anatomy?’
‘Oh, dear, yes, there’s philanthropy, but Gwen does that for the family. She is on every Society under the sun. Let me count them, if I can. There’s the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, and the Society for the Improvement of the Moral Condition of Working Women, and the Society for the Betterment of the Sanitary Conditions of Tenement Houses. She’s a member of the W.C.A., and the W.C.T.U., and the S.P.C.A.; she’s on the Board of Lady Managers of the Newsboys’ Home, and one of the Directors of the Industrial School for Girls. In fact she is fairly torn asunder in her efforts to ameliorate the condition of the “submerged tenth.”’
‘“Submerged tenth,”’ echoed Pauline wonderingly. ‘Is any one submerged in Boston?’
‘You dear stupid, of course! The unseen population in filth, rags and unrighteousness, and the rest of us in lazy self-indulgence, which, perhaps, in God’s sight, is about as bad. I often think if each professing Christian took hold of one poor beggar and tried to elevate him, we should solve the problem a great deal sooner than by starting so many societies to improve them in the aggregate. I can theorize, you see, but the practice is beyond me.’
‘But why don’t you try it?’ cried Pauline, her eyes sparkling. ‘It is a splendid idea.’
‘Bless you, my child, because it would involve work, and that is a thing I abhor.’
‘But Gwendolyn must work on all these societies,’ said Pauline.
Belle danced across the room, and seated herself on the arm of her chair.
‘You dear old thing! You’re as innocent as your own daisies, and it is a shame to take you from your mossy bed. Don’t you know there is work and work? God says, “Go work in My vineyard,” and we good Christians answer, “Yes, Lord, but let some one else go ahead and take out the stumps.” The most of us like to do our spiritual farming on a western scale. It is pleasanter to drive a team of eight horses over cleared land than to grub out dockweed and thistles all alone in one corner.’
She leaned forward and began reading the titles of the books Pauline had selected for her study.