He replied
that he would come and spit on them if they liked but that he had as much
use for parlor socialists as he had for damned fools and posers of any
sort. Life was too short. As for Labor it knew how to take care of itself
and had about as crying a need of their "support" as a healthy human body
had of lice and other parasites.
They were not discouraged however, merely pronouncing him a "creature,"
and were not at all flattered or surprised when Gora Dwight accepted their
invitation and asked permission to bring her friends, Mrs. Mortimer Dwight
and Miss Aileen Lawton.
CHAPTER XIX
I
The wildflowers were on the green hills: the flame-colored velvet skinned
poppy, the purple and yellow lupins, the pale blue "babyeyes," buttercups,
dandelions and sweetbrier, fields of yellow mustard. The gardens about
the Bay and down the Peninsula were almost licentious in their vehement
indulgence in color. Every flower that grows north, south, east, west, on
the western hemisphere and the eastern, was to be found in some one of
these gardens of Central California; the poinsettia cheek by jowl with
periwinkle and the hedges of marguerite; heavy-laden trees of magnolia
above beds of Russian violets. Pomegranate trees and sweet peas,
bridal wreath and camellia, begonia, fuchsias, heliotrope, hydrangea,
chrysanthemums, roses, roses, roses....Little orchards of almond trees,
their blossoms a pink mist against a clear blue sky.
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