I had other ideas about her
happiness, but I am only a mother and was not even born in this
country. So what does my opinion amount to? I begged her not to
break my heart, but she would have her automobile."
"Perhaps she does love him."
She shook her head ruefully. "She was quite frank about it. She
called it being practical. She thought my idea weren't American,
that I was a dreamer.
She talked that way ever since she was eighteen, in fact. 'I don't
care if I marry a man with white hair, provided he can make a nice
living for me,' she used to say. I thought it would drive me mad.
And the girls she went with had the same ideas. When they got
together it would be, 'This girl married a fellow who's worth a
hundred thousand,' and, 'That girl goes with a fellow who's worth
half a million.' If that's what they learn at college, what's the use
going to college?"
"It's prosperity ideas," I suggested. "It's a temporary craze."
"I don't care what it is. A girl should be a girl. She ought to think
of love, of real happiness.
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