When women get too smart they get unattractive."
"But, papa, girls are beginning more and more to go to college, and all
women will be--suffrage--some day."
"Not womanly girls, Lilly."
"I always said that High School would be her ruination."
"I didn't learn it there, mamma. I always wanted to be something--"
"Well, you're a finished stenographer, aren't you? Why not go down to
your father's office a couple of mornings a week?"
"I don't mean stenography. I hated learning it. I mean
something--something--beyond--"
Suddenly Mrs. Becker, quiet at the business of wrapping away some of the
gifts, glanced up, two round spots of color on her cheeks.
"You _are_ going to do something, Lilly. Have a home and entertain in it
like other girls."
"But--"
"I've a piece of news for you and your father. If I waited for him to
take the initiative I'd wait until the crack of doom."
"What is it, little woman?"
"I signed a lease yesterday for one of those yellow-brick houses--seven
rooms, bath, furnace heat, and privilege of buying. Twenty-eight
dollars, out on Page Avenue near Union. We move in two weeks
from to-day.
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