MRS. HOLLISTER ENTERTAINS
That winter Mrs. Hollister again had her teas and bridge parties, but
there was no more worry about where the money was coming from; in fact,
thanks to Mr. Casey's generosity she was able to pay all of her bills
and put some away for a rainy day. Her little functions were delightful
as usual, and the young people came in throngs to the house.
Ethel was happy in seeing her mother so contented, and in knowing that
her father had no more worries. Grandmother had grown younger, and better
than all, after Christmas Tom was coming to bring Aunt Susan. He had
business East and he was to leave her for three weeks, after which he
was to return for her.
Nora seemed less sad. She had developed into a very stylish up-to-date
young woman and everyone admired and liked her.
Mrs. Hollister was in her glory. Things for her were now so comfortable
and easy that she couldn't believe but what it was a dream from which
she might awaken and find everything the same old way.
Mrs. Bigelow made much of Nora, taking her around and introducing her
to her friends. Harvey called regularly and invited her twice a week
to the theatre. He was now a young surgeon in Roosevelt Hospital on the
ambulance, with a fine career open before him, and what's more he worked
very hard--often until late at night. People prophesied a great future
for Harvey and his parents were delighted, but none more so than Ethel,
whose encouragement was genuine and like the encouragement of a sister.
Teddy Kip kept up a great correspondence with Patty, who sent him postals
from every place.
"By George!" he said to the Hollisters, "do you know I correspond
with three girls who are abroad and they never write letters--only
postals--and if you believe it, I've got nearly a hamper filled with
them--'pon my word I have. If only Miss Patty would write a fellow a
real letter once in a while I'd be grateful."
Nora received a letter from Edna Whitely.
"I have some news for all of your girls. Mollie Long and Sallie Davis are
going to marry clergymen. They are brothers. Sallie's husband is going to
be a missionary to China."
"Isn't that awful?" said Mrs. Hollister. "Sallie will be massacred as
sure as fate--that's the end of missionaries. I had a second cousin who
went and both she and her husband were victims. I wouldn't allow a child
of mine to marry one. Let him stay in his own country, but to drag a
young girl out into those heathen places--it's an outrage."
"Well, our Ohio Camp Fire will resolve itself into only half, I fear,"
said Nora. "There's poor Mattie, Miss Kate, Sallie and Mollie from right
there. I wonder who's going to take their places."
"Perhaps," said Ethel, "little Mollie Hastings if she's pronounced cured.
It may be of great benefit to her. Let's see what can be done."
"Dorothy Kip might become an Ohio girl and spend her summers up there
with us too," suggested Nora. "And if Dr. Bigelow goes with the Scouts
Nannie can join."
"We'll see," replied Ethel. "It's quite a few months before next summer.
'Sufficient unto the day, etc.'"
Ethel was getting along famously at Barnard.
"What profession shall you follow--the law or ministry?" Harvey would ask
jokingly.
"Something that shall enable me to become self supporting," Ethel would
reply seriously.
"There's where you make a mistake," said Harvey. "A woman was made to be
supported by a man--not to support herself."
"Why not?" asked Ethel. "How many wives today support their husbands?
Have you any idea of the number?"
"Oh, well, then it's because the men are lazy or sick. No decent,
self-respecting man would allow it."
"Supposing a woman can not marry. She can't propose to a man. What can
she do in that case--starve? No, Dr. Bigelow, you can't even argue. Every
woman should have in her hand, say, a weapon or trade with which to take
care of herself. Then when the time comes she's ready to start in the
battle of life, and not sit around helpless while others do for her, or
become dependent upon charity, or worse. The day of Elsie Dinsmores has
gone. In her place we have strong, capable, broad-minded women. Seldom do
we hear of a woman fainting today, yet look back sixty years and recall
the Lydia Languish females with long ringlets and wasp waists, who
invariably carried smelling salts. I'm proud to belong to the women of
today--healthy, strong, athletic, and brave--women who _do_ and are not
ashamed of it. Look at Aunt Susan. There's a woman who is an example. I
hope I may amount to as much as she before I die."
"Ethel, I fear you are strong-minded," laughed Harvey.
"Don't fear, but know it. I try to be strong in mind and body. I believe
in a woman getting all that's coming to her and working for that end."
Harvey laughed.
"Well, I shan't argue with you."
"Because you agree with me, and you know it," said Ethel quietly. "You
have made yourself amount to something. Look where you were three years
ago. What were your views of life then? A rich marriage. Behold the
change! Now you are a man."
"Thanks," said Harvey, rising and making a low bow.