DOI article:
Radford, Ada: Lucy Wren
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By Ada Radford
Yes, she had been saved from that.
She thought little of clothes, although the soft grey dress she
wore, made beautiful lines over her slight figure. And flirtations !
. . . All the satisfaction there is to be gained from having no
flirtations was hers, and yet somehow she wished that Katharine
would give her mind to her exercise-books, instead of sitting there
thanking heaven that they were not as other women.
a I don’t believe you would have lived long in a life of that
kind,” Katharine said, looking at her broad quiet brow and long
sensitive hands. “ It’s impossible to imagine you without work and
without a purpose.”
“ I confess there was a time when I liked a little of it ; a little,
you know.”
Lucy Wren smiled and asked, u Of which ? of dress, or of
flirtation ? ”
“Both I think,” and the blue and red pencil remained idly
balanced in Katharine’s fingers, and the picture of good sense
grew pensive.
“I always feel that it has been knowing you that has made me
look at things differently. After I knew you things seemed
almost vulgar, that before I had thought only fun. In fact there
are things I’ve never dared confess to you ; they are nothing
much, but I don’t think you’d ever quite forgive or understand.”
Lucy did not protest that she would, and so no confidence was
given.
“ I shan’t get through these books if you will talk,” was what
she said, and she opened an exercise-book.
“ That child’s mind is a perfect chaos,” she murmured as she
wrote u Very poor work” across the page at the bottom.
Katharine had an unusual desire to talk ; she fidgeted, and at
last, finding Lucy absolutely unresponsive she left the table and her
unfinished
By Ada Radford
Yes, she had been saved from that.
She thought little of clothes, although the soft grey dress she
wore, made beautiful lines over her slight figure. And flirtations !
. . . All the satisfaction there is to be gained from having no
flirtations was hers, and yet somehow she wished that Katharine
would give her mind to her exercise-books, instead of sitting there
thanking heaven that they were not as other women.
a I don’t believe you would have lived long in a life of that
kind,” Katharine said, looking at her broad quiet brow and long
sensitive hands. “ It’s impossible to imagine you without work and
without a purpose.”
“ I confess there was a time when I liked a little of it ; a little,
you know.”
Lucy Wren smiled and asked, u Of which ? of dress, or of
flirtation ? ”
“Both I think,” and the blue and red pencil remained idly
balanced in Katharine’s fingers, and the picture of good sense
grew pensive.
“I always feel that it has been knowing you that has made me
look at things differently. After I knew you things seemed
almost vulgar, that before I had thought only fun. In fact there
are things I’ve never dared confess to you ; they are nothing
much, but I don’t think you’d ever quite forgive or understand.”
Lucy did not protest that she would, and so no confidence was
given.
“ I shan’t get through these books if you will talk,” was what
she said, and she opened an exercise-book.
“ That child’s mind is a perfect chaos,” she murmured as she
wrote u Very poor work” across the page at the bottom.
Katharine had an unusual desire to talk ; she fidgeted, and at
last, finding Lucy absolutely unresponsive she left the table and her
unfinished