But Edith is different from the girls of Black Log.
We were friends in a minute. You don't know what it is to talk to
these girls who have been everywhere, and seen everything, and know
everything. They are so much above you, they inspire you. For a girl
like that no sacrifice a man can make is too great. To win a girl like
that a man must do something and be something. Now up in Black
Log----'"
"Yes, up in Black Log the women are different," said Mary in a quiet
voice. "They have to work in Black Log, and it's the men they work
for. If they sat on thrones and talked wisdom and looked beautiful,
the kitchen-fires would die out and the children go naked."
"Tim doesn't say anything disparaging to the people of our valley," I
protested. "He says, 'in Black Log the girls don't understand how to
dress. They deck themselves out in gaudy finery. Now Edith wears the
simplest things. You never notice her gown. You only see her figure
and her face.'"
"Do I deck myself out in gaudy finery, Mark?" Mary's appeal was direct
and simple.
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