I know. We can cuss the men all we want to, my dear, and some
of us unfortunately have a nasty experience with one now and then. But
we can't get away from the fundamental laws of being."
"If you'd had my experience of the last two weeks you'd sing a
different tune," Hazel vehemently declared. "I hate--I--"
And then she gave way, and indulged in the luxury of turning herself
loose on Kitty's shoulder. Presently she was able to wipe her eyes and
relate the whole story from the Sunday Mr. Bush stopped and spoke to
her in the park down to that evening.
Kitty nodded understandingly. "But the girls have handed it to you
worse than the men, Hazel," she observed sagely. "Jack Barrow was just
plain crazy jealous, and a man like that can't help acting as he did.
You're really fortunate, I think, because you'd not be really happy
with a man like that. But the girls that you and I grew up with--they
should have stood by you, knowing you as they did; yet you see they
were ready to think the worst of you. They nearly always do when
there's a man in the case. That's a weakness of our sex, dear. My,
what a vindictive old Turk that Bush must have been! Well, you aren't
working.
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