The Visioning by Susan Glaspell
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She pointed to the teeing ground some men were just leaving--caddies straggling on behind, two girls driving in a runabout along the river road calling gaily over to the men. It all seemed sunny and unfettered as the morning. "I'll wager he feels good," she laughed. "I know no more exhilarating feeling than that thing of having just made a good drive. It makes life seem at your feet. You must play, Ann. I'm going to teach you." "Do all those people belong here?" Ann asked, still looking at the girls who were calling laughingly back and forth to the men. "On the Island? Oh, no; they belong over there." She nodded to the city which rose upon the hills across the river. "But they use these links." "Don't they--don't they have to--work?" Ann asked timidly. "Oh, yes," laughed Katie; "I fancy most of them work some. Though what's the good working a morning like this? I think they're very wise. But look now at the Hope of the Future! He's certainly working." The Hope of the Future was ascending the steps, heavily burdened. So heavily was he burdened that for the moment ascent looked impossible. Each arm was filled with a shapeless bundle of white and yellow fur which closer inspection revealed as the collie pups. With each step the hind legs of a wriggling puppy slipped a little farther through Worth's arms. When finally he stood before them only a big puppy head was visible underneath each shoulder. Approaching Ann, |
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