"No," she said bitterly; "it's for Arthur's snails."
There was a silence.
"If there's any voting," said Phyllis, "I give my proxy to Gay." And she vanished through the door.
"I'm sure," said Mary, "I don't know what the modern young girl is coming to!"
"I know where that one is going to," said Gay; "spilling the chicken broth in her unseemly haste."
Then Arthur spoke.
"The modern young girl," he said, "is coming to just where her grandmother came, and by the same road. Girls will be girls. So let's be thankful that the men who have come here so far have been—men. And hopeful that those who are to come will be also. I've lived too much with nature not to know what's natural—when I see it."
"Do you think," said Gay sweetly, "that it's natural for a man to eat as much as Sam Langham does?"
"As natural under the peculiar circumstances," said Arthur, "as it is for you to tease."
Lee rose.