BLUE FOR A BOY
"But would she have been happy?" A critic whose sex is indicated by her usage of the pronoun she instead of they once raised the question.
"Why not?" I asked unguardedly.
Obviously such stupidity as my counter-question evinced was worthy of some pity.
"Why, she was an—ah—superior sort of a girl; breeding, you know, and all that, or so I have gathered, while he—"
But I stayed no longer to listen. What was the use? There was not merely a little of snobbishness in her. I did not even insist that "she" might have been, or add that it was really true. But I went West promptly to see.
Perry Blair had scarcely guessed at the possibilities of that valley. There were five dozen, or five hundred white-faced Herefords under fence; or five thousand. I forget which, for I was not curious concerning these.
But having cornered her at last I put the question bluntly.
"What about that career?" I wanted to know. "There's a crying need just now for good senators—plain statesmanship handled neatly."
She colored a little.