More and more she had come to regard him as her comforter.
Not from anything he ever said or did. Rather, it seemed to her, because
that with him she felt no need of words.
The works, since Arthur had shared the management, had gradually been
regaining their position; and he had urged her to let him increase her
allowance.
"It will give you greater freedom," he had suggested with fine assumption
of propounding a mere business proposition; "enabling you to choose your
work entirely for its own sake. I have always wanted to take a hand in
helping things on. It will come to just the same, your doing it for me."
She had suppressed a smile, and had accepted. "Thanks, Dad," she had
answered. "It will be nice, having you as my backer."
Her admiration of the independent woman had undergone some modification
since she had come in contact with her. Woman was intended to be
dependent upon man. It was the part appointed to him in the social
scheme. Woman had hers, no less important. Earning her own living did
not improve her. It was one of the drawbacks of civilization that so
many had to do it of necessity.
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