. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . nity. No, siree! you couldnt give me anotherdollar, repeated Father, slapping the tableso emphatically that even the coffee cupsjumped, not another Dollar. Well, if you break any of the china, youllneed quite a few more dollars given you, wasmothers sarcastic reply. One could see neither she nor sis liked thepresent trend of the conversation. Moneysa delicate subject among us. But Dad wenton unheeding—when he has something to sayhe usually says it. Mom and sis heard himout to keep the peace. They listened pa-tiently, as though it was something to be
. "Wild women" : the romance of a flapper . nity. No, siree! you couldnt give me anotherdollar, repeated Father, slapping the tableso emphatically that even the coffee cupsjumped, not another Dollar. Well, if you break any of the china, youllneed quite a few more dollars given you, wasmothers sarcastic reply. One could see neither she nor sis liked thepresent trend of the conversation. Moneysa delicate subject among us. But Dad wenton unheeding—when he has something to sayhe usually says it. Mom and sis heard himout to keep the peace. They listened pa-tiently, as though it was something to be satthrough, like they do in church. The rest ofus were sharpening our wits and looking foran opening to thrust in our little Javelins ofSpeech. Bill was waiting for an opportu-nity to break in with some fresh remark, and Iwaited with mind intent to grasp some logicalpoint of argument to wrestle with. And Petepaid Dad the tribute of pausing, with his spoon 36 WILD WOMEN halfway to his mouth, to watch, with admiringeyes, his Idol Like church—something to be sat through. What could I do with more Gold? Fathercontinued. I have a good paying live comfortably and well. We haveplenty of everything necessary to make ushapp3T. Not all the Luxuries, perhaps, thatmore Gold would buy, and likewise none of theworries. May is complaining this evening ofhaving nothing to do, and she needs a goodnights rest. If we had more money shedfill the house with a mob of Bridge-crazywomen and spoil everybodys pleasant eveningat home. Id have to put on a long-tailedcoat and stand around like a homeless relative, WILD WOMEN 37 and all the time Id be worried about Bill outloose with his Mad Liquor and Wild Womenin a 90 horse-power Destroyer. And Id beblushing every time I opened a newspaper andfound Janets name staring me in the face fromsome scandalous write-up about Dramas ofher own writing and production with mymoney. No, siree! Im content with what Ihave. Well, there was more
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