That evening he would come, she knew, to tell her again that it
was not fair, that her family would get along some way and that he had
been patient for a long time. She knew that he must continue to wait,
for her mother was doing her utmost, Wilbur could earn only a little and
the other two children were too young to leave school. It was three
years since her father's death. The young man had said then that he
could wait _ten_ years. She had begged him to take his release but he
refused. Of late he had been very insistent. She knew she must stand by
her mother and help her through. If he could not see it that way there
was but one thing to do. She found it hard even to think the words that
she must say and she thought of the privileged girl with longing in her
soul. But the privileged girl did not know. If she had, her sympathy and
understanding would have helped.
One rejoices as he remembers the thousands of pure, sweet, wholesome
girls who have been privileged to enjoy the results of a long ancestry
unstained by weakness and sin, the results of training, guidance and
protection, the opportunity for healthful, normal living, for pleasures
and the satisfaction of human friendship and love. Our country looks
today with increasing hopefulness to these privileged girls for the
solution of many of the problems of the other girl.
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