The Camp Fire Girls on the Farm - Or, Bessie King's New Chum by Jane L. Stewart
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"Yes, because I wasn't happy where I was in the country, and in the city
I've had everything to make me happy. I suppose you'd rather live in the country, though?" "No, indeed! I like to hear the city noises at night, and to see all the people. And I like to go to the theatre, when my aunt lets me go to a matinee, and to the moving picture shows, and everything like that. Don't you love the movies?" "I never went, so I don't know." "Not really? You don't mean they haven't even got a moving picture place In Hedgeville? I never heard of such a thing!" Bessie laughed. "Moving pictures are pretty new, Dolly. No one could go to them until a little while ago, no matter where they lived, or how much money they had. And I guess people got along all right without them." "Yes, but they had to get along without lots of things until they were invented--telephones and electric lights, and lots and lots of useful things like that. But you wouldn't expect us to get along without them now, would you?" "I guess it's only the things we know about that we really need, Dolly. If we don't know about a lot of these modern things, we keep right along getting on without them. Like Hedgeville--the only man there who has a telephone is Farmer Weeks." |
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