An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; an Idyl of Saratoga by William Dean Howells
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'Yes, yes, I do. It's the only kind that I care about."
"Then you hate funny poetry?" "I think it's disgusting. Papa is always cutting it out of the papers and wanting to send it to me, and we have the greatest TIMES!" "I suppose," said Kendricks, "it expresses some moods, though." "Oh yes; it expresses some moods; and sometimes it makes me laugh in spite of myself, and ashamed of anything serious." "That's always the effect of a farce with me." "But then I'm ashamed of being ashamed afterward," said the girl. "I suppose you go to the theatre a great deal in New York." "It's a school of life," said Kendricks. "I mean the audience." "I would like to go to the opera once. I am going to make papa take me in the winter." She laughed with a gay sense of power, and he said - "You seem to be great friends with your father." "Yes, we're always together. I always went everywhere with him; this is the first time I've been away without him. But I thought I'd come with Mrs. Deering and see what Saratoga was like; I had never been here." |
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