There's nothing _infra dig_. in being mean to the poor;
but not to sympathize with the rich stamps you as middle class." She
laughed.
Joan was worried. "I told Dad I should only ask him for enough to make
up two hundred a year," she explained. "He'll laugh at me for not
knowing my own mind."
"I should let him," advised Madge. She grew thoughtful again. "We
cranky young women, with our new-fangled, independent ways, I guess we
hurt the old folks quite enough as it is."
The bell rang and Madge opened the door herself. It turned out to be
Flossie. Joan had not seen her since they had been at Girton together,
and was surprised at Flossie's youthful "get up." Flossie explained, and
without waiting for any possible attack flew to her own defence.
"The revolution that the world is waiting for," was Flossie's opinion,
"is the providing of every man and woman with a hundred and fifty a year.
Then we shall all be able to afford to be noble and high-minded. As it
is, nine-tenths of the contemptible things we do comes from the necessity
of our having to earn our living.
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