"
Eileen laughed shortly.
"The one perfect thing about me," she said with closely cut
precision, "is my health. I haven't the faintest notion what it
means to be ill. I am merely waiting for the conversation to
take a I turn where I can join in it intelligently."
"Why, bless the child!" exclaimed Linda. "Can't you talk
intelligently about a suitable location for a home? On what
subject is a woman supposed to be intelligent if she is not at
her best on the theme of home. If you really are not interested
you had better begin to polish up, because it appeals to me that
the world goes just so far in one direction, and then it whirls
to the right-about and goes equally as far in the opposite
direction. If Daddy were living I think he would say we have
reached the limit with apartment house homes minus fireplaces,
with restaurant dining minus a blessing, with jazz music minus
melody, with jazz dancing minus grace, with national progress
minus cradles."
"Linda!" cried Eileen indignantly.
"Good gracious!" cried Linda. "Do I get the shillalah for that?
Weren't all of us rocked in cradles? I think that the pendulum
has swung far and it is time to swing back to where one man and
one woman choose any little spot on God's footstool, build a nest
and plan their lives in accord with personal desire and
inclination instead of aping their neighbors."
"Bravo!" cried Henry Anderson. "Miss Linda, if you see any
suitable spot, and you think I would serve for a bug-catcher,
won't you please stake the location?"
"Well, I don't know about that," said Linda.
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