Ann was a pretty picture as she sat looking at Maurice, thoughtfully considering what he was saying.
“I can see, Maurice, that it must be terribly hard not to have what makes one comfortable. And it would be awful to have somebody you love working too hard, or not having the necessities, or even the opportunities! But I just know, Maury, inside of me, that it doesn’t do people any good to put so much stress on having a lot of money and—oh, ‘slashing around,’ as Rita says, and trying to live at the top notch, better than anybody else.”
“That is a fine theory, but how about yourself? Don’t you like pretty clothes and traveling and having fun with the girls at school?”
“Yes. And that is one trouble here, Maurice. I’m afraid that I’ll get to liking to have a maid and not doing anything useful and wanting as pretty things as Suzanne has and getting lazy about school work and everything.”
“That last remark has no ‘pussonal’ application, has it, Ann?” Maurice was looking at Ann with amusement.
“I wasn’t thinking of anybody but myself in making it, Maurice. But you can’t believe how I hate to get to studying sometimes. Still, I’d hate to fall behind the rest, so I guess pride will keep me going this year, if nothing else does.”
“Some have one sort of pride and some have another, Ann. If I ‘get by’ at college, it’s enough for me. You haven’t any use for that kind of a student, have you?”
“I might be very fond of one,” laughed Ann, “but I couldn’t admire the attitude!”
“Maybe I’ll turn over a new leaf this year, Ann, if I can, at this late day. It would be sort of a disgrace, wouldn’t it, if I found I couldn’t get by?”
“I’d be sorry for your father if you missed graduating.”