Not a stitch of Hyndshousey
clothes among them. No _happy_, glad-I'm-alive-and-a woman clothes.
Here's where you cease to look merely useful, respectable, and
responsible, and begin to look the Lady of the Castle. There's quite
as much philosophy and good morals in looking like a butterfly as
there is in resembling a caterpillar."
"_Why_ should I have more clothes?" I demanded.
"Because." And she added, with a fleeting smile, "And then catch
your hare."
"Alicia!" said I, scandalized. "Alicia Gaines, do you realize I am
thirty-six years old?"
"You wouldn't be if you just had sense enough to forget to remember
it." This resentfully.
"No? Would you mind telling me how I might become such an
accomplished forgetter?"
"Why, there's nothing easier! When you really wish to forget to
remember something, Sophy, all you have to do is to remember to
forget it!" And then, with real earnestness: "Sophy, it's the better
part of wisdom to look like the job you want to hold down. Your job
is holding down Hynds House. And we are up against things, Sophy,
you and I. We have got to win out because it means--all this." Her
eyes swept over the beautiful old room with an immense pride and
affection.
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