Chapter XII
The Club Investigates Theosophy
“We will discuss to-day: ‘What Theosophy Really Teaches,’” said the president, as soon as she could make herself heard. “You expressed an earnest wish to study it,’ Emily, and—”
“Did I?” asked the girl with the dimple in her chin, looking surprised. “I had quite forgotten it. However, I have been so busy with my new hats and the chairmanship of a committee appointed to instruct tenement house mothers as to the best method of bringing up children, that I have had no time for anything else.”
“And no wonder,” said the girl with the classic profile. “How grateful those poor ignorant people must be for your instruction!”
“M—I don’t know about that. At times, I am very much discouraged. One woman said she would gladly allow her children to wear two fresh aprons a day, if I would pay for the washing of them. Another said that she had already raised six children without my assistance, and she believed she could worry on without it a bit longer. Still another was so stupid that she couldn’t be made to understand how I, who had never had any children, was able to offer her such valuable suggestions.”
“As if it depended on experience,” said the president. “The theory is ever so much more important.”
“That was what I said to the woman who— You knew that I had resigned from that same committee, didn’t you?” said the girl with the Roman nose.
“Why, no; this is the first I have heard of it. And you were so enthusiastic, too! What on earth has made you change your mind?”
“A woman. She—”
“Oh! I thought, perhaps, it was a man,” said the brown-eyed blonde.