“What do you think the rest of us are doing, I wonder? It isn’t exactly immoral to write books or have babies, is it?”
“Or to be stupid?” put in Madeline. “Not to have any babies or any books—only a husband?”
“What I meant,” said Agnes, “is that simple religious ideals have gone out of fashion.”
“No, they’re coming in again.” Conscious that she was baiting Agnes a little, Agatha kept it up. “You’ll soon be fashionable, Agnes.”
“It’s possible that I may, after all, decide to enter the convent.”
That remark of Agnes did make a little ripple of excitement.
“Do you remember?” asked Cecily, looking about her, “the night we all sat in the parlor and discussed things? The night after the graduates’ retreat. Whether we should marry or not? Isn’t it funny that we are all doing just about what we thought we would do? Agatha writing, Madeline married and Agnes—I remember you said that if you really loved some one, Agnes, you’d marry. Now to enter——”
Agnes looked a little embarrassed and angry. “If I loved some one; but it is hard to find in these days a worthy person.”
They all knew then that Agnes must have been disappointed and no one pursued the subject.
“I remember that Cecily refused to commit herself,” said Agatha. “She didn’t know what she wanted to do.”