“No, I don’t think you are. And in that case, I guess you want some more education. You’re clever, but you’re a bit patchy.”
“I’m good enough to get a job. And then learn.”
“Learn,” he said. “That’s enough to take you all your time. I’d rather we agreed it’s got to be a student for two or three years more. You need have no anxiety about ways and means. You and I are of the same Clan—a clan of two practically—and I am the head. I’ll see you through just as though you were a son. And now, what sort of work is it to be? Law? Medicine? a general education for journalism or affairs? Doors open to women now—fresh doors every day.”
To that Christina Alberta could speak a little more fully. She had been thinking out some of these things. She wanted to know about life and the world as a whole. Could she have a good year at physical science, biology and geology chiefly and anthropology? Would that be possible? And then if she was any good at medical work, another year at mental science or politics and public health? “It sounds ambitious I know,” she said.
“Ambitious! It’s an encyclopædia in a year.”
“But I want to know about all these things.”
“Naturally.”
“Could I have longer than that?”
“You’d have to have longer than that.”
“It seems to be asking for so much.”