What's
been the trouble? The wrong kind of associations?''
``Partly,'' said Mildred.
Mrs. Belloc, watching her interestedly, suddenly
lighted up. ``Why not come back here to live?'' said
she. ``Now, please don't refuse till I explain. You
remember what kind of people I had here?''
Mildred smiled. ``Rather--unconventional?''
``That's polite. Well, I've cleared 'em out. Not
that I minded their unconventionality; I liked it. It
was so different from the straight-jackets and the
hypocrisy I'd been living among and hating. But I soon
found out that--well, Miss Stevens, the average human
being ought to be pretty conventional in his morals
of a certain kind. If he--or SHE--isn't, they begin
to get unconventional in every way--about paying
their bills, for instance, and about drinking. I got sick
and tired of those people. So, I put 'em all out--made
a sweep. And now I've become quite as respectable as
I care to be--or as is necessary. The couples in the
house are married, and they're nice people of good
families.
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