THE ETERNAL FEMININE
BY
TEMPLE BAILEY
If it had been any one but Anne Beaumont!
"I don't like turning conventionalities topsy-turvy, Sophie," she said, as we went downstairs; "I don't believe I can ever ask a man to dance with me."
"Other women do," I murmured.
"My husband would never have agreed to such a thing," Anne stated.
That is where Anne always had the advantage of me. Although she had been a widow for five years, she still quoted the authoritative masculine point of view, while I, having in my teens chosen a career instead of a husband, and never having rectified my mistake, was forced to fall back on the unsupported feminine.
"Perhaps you'd rather sit out the dances," was my somewhat malicious way of putting it.
Anne, poised like a white butterfly on the landing, turned on me a reproachful glance.