“They alarm me a little,” said Clare. “Alarm you?” Madge Vernon was immensely amused. “Why, they don’t bite!”
“Yes, they do,” said Clare. “Here.” She put her hand to her head as if it had been wounded.
“You mean they give you furiously to think? Well, that’s good.”
“I’m not sure,” said Clare. “Since I began to think I have been very miserable.”
“Oh, that will soon wear off,” said Madge Vernon briskly. “You’ll get used to it.”
“It will always hurt,” said Clare.
Madge Vernon smiled at her.
“I made a habit of it.”
“It’s best not to think,” said Clare. “It’s best to go on being stupid and self-satisfied.”
Clare’s visitor was shocked.