"Every man's that sort," remarked the experienced Mrs. Thorpe.
CHAPTER XLIII
As the winter closed in—it was one of the open, keen, out-of-door winters which have done their share to make the dwellers on the great central plateau of Kentucky so sturdy a race of men—the Thorpe automobile was seen less frequently on the road to Storm. Kate smilingly accused Jemima of neglecting her for the furthering of her social campaign.
"A social campaign in Lexington? How absurd!" shrugged Jemima; to her mother's amusement.
It was difficult to keep pace with the development of Jemima.
"To tell the truth—I did not mean to speak of it until later—but we are finishing a book!"
"'We'?" laughed Kate.
"Yes. James has been at work on it in a desultory way for a number of years, and I am very busy looking up references, and verifying quotations, and prodding. You know scholarly men are inclined to be—procrastinating."
(The word "lazy" was to Jemima's thinking too great an insult to be applied to any one for whom she cared.)