IN GOOD SOCIETY
Surely we need not count ourselves as among the dwellers in tents when we can build a beautiful mansion in which love and friendship may be enshrined. You who are without hope say to me, "We are two strange girls who are working to earn our bread, and who live in a small room in a boarding-house. How can we get into society—no one wants to know us?" Now I, who am a bit hopeful, laugh at you and answer, "There is every reason why people should want to know us. We are bright in wit and we are healthy in body. These things make us agreeable companions. Then," I continue, "call up some of your honest pride, and remember that 'where MacGregor sits, there is the head of the table,' consequently that where you and I are is good society."
In the first place it isn't wise to solidify one's self into an ice-block and refuse to know anybody. In finding the flowers one must come across some weeds. To make pleasant acquaintances you and I will have to go through some experiences that are probably not quite pleasant. In the office where I work there is a pretty girl, who, after twenty-four hours of acquaintance with me, declares that she never before met anybody for whom she cared so much, is eager to tell me all
