I prefer
to suffer at the hands of some cruel man and trust to beguiling him into
doing just as I say. I like men, can't help it, and want one for my own.
I don't count poor Mr. Carter.
Second--if not Alfred, who? Judge Wade is so delightful that I flutter
at the thought, but his mother is Aunt Adeline's own best friend and
they have ideas in common. She is so religious that living with her
would be like having the sacrament for daily bread. Still, living with
him might have adventures. I never saw such eyes! The girl he wanted to
marry died of tuberculosis and he wears a locket with her in it yet. I'd
like to reward him for such faithfulness with a nice husky wife to wear
instead of the locket. But then Alfred's been faithful too! I look at
Ruth Chester and realize how faithful, and my heart melts to him in my
breast--my hips have almost all melted away, too, so I had better keep
the heart cold enough to handle if I want anything left at all for him
to come home to.
In some ways Tom Pollard is the most congenial man I ever knew. You have
to say "don't" to him all the time, but what woman doesn't like a little
impertinence once in a while? I flavor all Tom's dare-devil kisses with
kinship when I feed them to my conscience, and I truly try to make him
be serious about the important things in life like going to church with
his mother and working all day, even if he is rich.
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