She's a pretty creature," Elvine
went on, feeling their topic needed changing.
Jeff's smile deepened.
"She's pretty--right through to her soul," came his prompt and earnest
response.
Elvine's eyes observed him closely. She laughed in a challenging
fashion.
"And she is still her father's daughter?"
Jeff flushed. Her meaning could not be mistaken. His impulse was to
speak out of the depth of a strong abiding regard for his friend's
"little gal." But he rejected the impulse. Time and his own desires
were pressing.
"Oh, I guess she'll marry some fellow some day. Maybe he'll be good
enough----"
"And more than likely he won't." Elvine's reply was emphatic. She
suddenly sat forward in the deep rocker, and a great earnestness shone
in her eyes. "I tell you no woman in this life has a right to be as
'pretty' as you believe her to be," she said with intense bitterness.
"If I had my way every girl would be taught to reason for herself on
those things in life which make for her well-being. I'd make her think
that way before everything else.
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