"
"Keep your wrap on," said Alexina. "Who cares? I have always been wild to
get into real Bohemian circles, meet authors and artists. We do lead the
most provincial life. All circles should overlap--the best of all, anyhow.
That is the way I would remold society if I were rich and powerful--"
"Good heavens Alex, you are not idealizing this crowd we are going to meet
to-night? They're just a lot of second and third raters--"
"What do you know about them?"
"I keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds. I know more or
less what it must be. Besides, the last time I was in New York I was taken
several times to the restaurants and studios of Greenwich Village. I could
only convey my opinion of it in many swear words. This must be a sort of
chromo of it....Gora, are you as wildly excited as Alex is? I know she is
because her spine is rigid; and she is probably colder than I am."
"Well, anyhow," said Alexina defiantly, "it will be something I never saw
before."
"It will, darling. Well. Gora, what do you anticipate?"
Gora laughed. "I wonder? I don't think I've thought much about it. The
circumstances of my life have developed the habit of switching off my
imagination except when I am at my desk. I've also formed the habit of
taking things as they come. I'll manage to extract something from this, one
way or another."
III
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