An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; an Idyl of Saratoga by William Dean Howells
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have happened the next day, or maybe the day they left."
He stared upward into the pine boughs, and I said: "Yes, that's so. I suppose we should be like them if we had the same conditions. Their whole life is an expectation of something to happen. Men have the privilege of making things happen--or trying to." "Oh, I don't know as I want to criticise 'em. As you say, I guess WE should be just so." He dropped his leg, and bent over as if to examine the grass; he ended by taking a blade of it between his teeth before he spoke again, with his head still down. "I don't want to hurry 'em; I want to give 'em a fair show now we're here, and I'll let the stock go as long as I can. But I don't see very much gaiety around." I laughed. "Why, it's all gaiety, in one way. Saratoga is a perpetual Fourth of July, we think." "Oh yes; there's enough going on, and my wife and me we could enjoy it first rate." "If the young lady could?" I ventured, with a smile of sympathetic intelligence. "Well, yes. You see, we don't know anybody, and I suppose we didn't take that into account. Well, I suppose it's like this: they thought it would be easy to get acquainted in the hotel, and commence having a good time right away. I don't know; my wife had the idea when they cooked it up amongst 'em that she was to come with us. But I SWEAR _I_ don't know how to go about it. I can't |
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