“For, after all, you know,” said Jeff to Alice:
“I’m sure he’s nothing extra—a quiet man and plain,
And modest—though there isn’t much of which he could be vain.
And had I mind to chant his praise, this were the kindest line—
Somehow, she loves him dearly—this little love of mine!”
CHAPTER XVII
TWENTIETH CENTURY
“And there that hulking Prejudice
Sat all across the road.
“I took my hat, I took my coat,
My load I settled fair,
I approached that awful incubus
With an absent-minded air—
And I walked directly through him
As if he wasn’t there!”
—An Obstacle:
Charlotte Perkins Stetson.