"Nor I, Pat. But we've got to know. All women have unless they want to mess their own lives and the lives of men. They cannot be free until they do."
Then Joan took hold of Patricia and exclaimed:
"Pat, you are dripping wet. Come to bed." While helping Patricia to undress she talked excitedly of going away.
"It's the only thing to do. This silly life is a waste of time. Why, Pat, we have been making all kinds of locks to keep ourselves shut away from freedom and the things we want. Some day we would want to get out and we could not. I am going to be free, Pat—not smudgy."
Patricia paused in the act of getting into bed and remarked demurely:
"My God! Out of the mouths of babes and pet lambs—— Come, child, shut your eyes. You make me crawl."
CHAPTER XIX
"Queer—to think no day is like to a day that is past."