. Mary Ware's promised land . with her writing, so she wouldnt haveto give up her ambition. Then, feeling that perhaps she was expatiatingtoo much in the direction of Betty, she addedhastily, But theres one thing I hadnt thoughtof. Of course that would make it all right for anykind of a girl, even for a Gay or a Roberta. Youdbe her Prince Charming, so of course youd livehappily ever after. Again Jack laughed heartily, lying back in thebig Morris chair. Then reaching out for the papercutter on the table, he began toying with it as heoften did when he talked. But this time, insteadof saying anyt
. Mary Ware's promised land . with her writing, so she wouldnt haveto give up her ambition. Then, feeling that perhaps she was expatiatingtoo much in the direction of Betty, she addedhastily, But theres one thing I hadnt thoughtof. Of course that would make it all right for anykind of a girl, even for a Gay or a Roberta. Youdbe her Prince Charming, so of course youd livehappily ever after. Again Jack laughed heartily, lying back in thebig Morris chair. Then reaching out for the papercutter on the table, he began toying with it as heoften did when he talked. But this time, insteadof saying anything, he sat looking into the fire,slowly drawing the ivory blade in and out throughhis closed fingers. The fore-log burned through, suddenly brokeapart between the andirons, and falling into a bedof glowing coals beneath, sent a puff of ashes outon to the hearth. Mary leaned forward to reachfor the turkey-wing hanging beside the had always been a turkey-wing beside herGrandmother Wares fireplace. That is why Mary. it f I WISH WE COULD SETTLE THINGS BY A FEATHER, TO TM THF. FATRY THE WITCH WITH A WAND 77 insisted on using one now instead of a modernhearth-broom. It suggested so pleasantly the house-wifely thrift and cleanliness of an earlier generationwhich she loved to copy. She had prepared thiswing herself, stretching and drying it under a heavyweight, and binding the quill ends into a handlewith a piece of brown ribbon. Now as she flirted it briskly across the hearth,a tiny fluff of down detached itself from one of thestiff quills, and floated to the rug. When she pickedit up it clung to her fingers, and only after repeatedattempts did she succeed in dislodging it, and inblowing it into the fire. I wish we could settle things by a feather, asthey used to in the old fairy tales, she said wist-fully, looking after the bit of down. Just say: Feather, feather, when I blowPoint the way that I should go. Then there would be no endless worry
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