CHAPTER FOUR

Behold, my Daughter, how Man’s taste concerning women hath changed!

For lo, it hath come to pass that a maiden of sweet and simple sixteen

is, unto a matron of fair and frivolous forty, as breakfast food unto

caviar and old wine.

Yea, a man no longer yearneth for a babe to cuddle; and a clinging

vine fretteth him, as a shoe that squeaketh or a chair that wobbleth.

Moreover, he desireth _rich_ things. And a widow with many shekels hath

a more solid attraction than a damsel with naught but beauties of the

soul.

Go to! The kiss of a damsel of sixteen is more insipid than pink

ice-cream, but the kiss of a woman of forty hath the flavor of

experience and vera violetta.

Lo, a damsel worshippeth a man as a demi-god and discourseth unto him

of her “ideals”; but a matron _mothereth_ him and cooeth unto him in

_baby talk_. A damsel discusseth the _weather_ with a youth and singeth

“The Rosary” unto him; but a woman of forty discusseth _his talents_

and singeth him lullabies. A maiden babbleth on as the brook, thinking

to be _always_ amusing, but a matron knoweth that after his labors of

the day a man preferreth a down pillow unto fireworks.

A maiden pouteth and chafeth beneath his “moods”, but a matron

ascertained whether they proceed from indigestion or an ingrowing

temperament, and healeth them accordingly with soda mints or flattery.

A maiden seeketh to appear _mysterious_, and romantic, but a matron

playeth always the _platonic friend_. She is _so_ simple.

A maiden goeth roundabout ways to hasten a proposal, but a matron

_seemeth to put it off_. She forbiddeth him to speak of marriage, even

as she forbiddeth a small boy to touch the medicine which she hath

determined he shall swallow. And lo, he yearneth straightway therefor.

Verily, verily, a maiden goeth forth with the sound of bugles and an

airgun, but a matron setteth her trap in unseen places and lieth low.

A maiden _challengeth_ a man with coquettishness, but a matron putteth

him to _sleep_! For no man goeth into matrimony with his eyes open!

Verily, verily, he falleth in love as he falleth out of bed, and

awakeneth with a great shock, knowing not _how it hath happened_.

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