“I think I must. I have not been to very many balls, because you see I am not out in society yet. I reckon I’ll never make my début now,” and Helen gave a little sigh.
“Does it make so very much difference to you?”
“Well, not so much as it would have a year ago. I used to feel that making one’s début was a goal that was of the utmost importance, but somehow now I do feel that there are things a little bit more worth while.”
“What for instance?”
“Getting Father well, and—and——”
“And what?”
“You might think I am silly if I tell you,—silly to talk about it.”
“I promise to think you are you no matter what else it is, and you are—well, never mind what you are.”
“Well, somehow I have begun to feel that helping people to be gay is important, like cheering up Miss Ella and Miss Louise. They have such stupid times. I really believe they quarrel just to make life a little gayer. I go to see them every day and it makes me feel good all over to know how much they like to have me come.”