“Does your mother realize how you feel?” asked Ethel, pushing her fair, curling locks from her eyes.
“Bless you, yes. She and I had one long talk, and after it I tell you there was something doing in the Bigelow family; but Nannie who has lots of horse sense sided with me, and together we were too many for mother. She saw that it was up to her to make the best of it and she did, but like your mother she still cherishes her ambitions. Nan said to her:
“You have one daughter who has done the grand marriage stunt and she’s some class. Do let us choose for ourselves.”
“What did your mother say to that?” laughed Ethel.
“I think she boxed Nannie’s ears and then apologized. She loses her self-control sometimes. Poor mother,” and Harvey laughed. “Nannie has some temper, too, and don’t you make any mistake.”
Ethel was beginning to have a real friendly feeling for Harvey. He asked many questions about her cousin Kate.
“She rings true,” he said. “I liked her from the first.”
“She is true,” replied Ethel. “You’ll see her this summer, and I’m sure you’ll like Uncle John and his wife. He’s just a dear.”
Those were red letter days for Ethel. She enjoyed the air, the scenery, and the rides; and she enjoyed talking to Harvey, for now that he understood she could talk to him as though he were one of the family—without restriction and without embarrassment.
“What puzzles me,” said Ethel, “is the way our mothers argue. When they plan our marriages it’s only money and position. Love never seems to enter into their heads. Oh! I grew so tired of it. Thank God it’s over, and our family are now normal. Even Grandmother wished me to marry well. I had far rather be an old maid than to be tied to a man for whom I care nothing, and have to sit opposite and pour tea for him three hundred and sixty-five days in a year. Imagine the horrible monotony of that. I heard that advice given to a girl in a play and I never forgot it; and if only girls could be brought to realize beforehand the sin of it there would be fewer unhappy marriages.”