and well-bred, but it's the truth, Daddy, I never heard one
word of real talk from the time we arrived until we left. I don't
think an idea ever entered the front door.

Mrs. Pendleton never thinks of anything but jewels and dressmakers and
social engagements. She did seem a different kind of mother from Mrs.
McBride! If I ever marry and have a family, I'm going to make them as
exactly like the McBrides as I can. Not for all the money in the world
would I ever let any children of mine develop into Pendletons. Maybe
it isn't polite to criticize people you've been visiting? If it isn't,
please excuse. This is very confidential, between you and me.

I only saw Master Jervie once when he called at tea time, and then I
didn't have a chance to speak to him alone. It was really
disappointing after our nice time last summer. I don't think he cares
much for his relatives--and I am sure they don't care much for him!
Julia's mother says he's unbalanced. He's a Socialist--except, thank
Heaven, he doesn't let his hair grow and wear red ties. She can't
imagine where he picked up his queer ideas; the family have been Church
of England for generations. He throws away his money on every sort of
crazy reform, instead of spending it on such sensible things as yachts
and automobiles and polo ponies. He does buy candy with it though! He
sent Julia and me each a box for Christmas.

You know, I think I'll be a Socialist, too. You wouldn't mind, would
you, Daddy? They're quite different from Anarchists; they don't
believe in blowing people up. Probably I am one by rights; I belong to
the proletariat. I haven't determined yet just which kind I am going
to be. I will look into the subject over Sunday, and declare my
principles in my next.

I've seen loads of theatres and hotels and beautiful houses. My mind
is a confused jumble of onyx and gilding and mosaic floors and palms.
I'm still pretty breathless but I am glad to get back to college and my
books--I believe that I really am a student; this atmosphere of
academic calm I find more bracing than New York. College is a very
satisfying sort of life; the books and study and regular classes keep
you alive mentally, and then when your mind gets tired, you have the
gymnasium and outdoor athletics, and always plenty of congenial friends
who are thinking about the same things you are. We spend a whole
evening in nothing but talk--talk--talk--and go to bed with a very
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