Fanny drew in her breath sharply, and her face sparkled into sudden life, as always when she was tremendously interested.
“Do you know what I'd do if I were in Mother's place? I'd take a great, big running jump for it and land! I'd take a chance. What is there for her in this town? Nothing! She's been giving things up all her life, and what has it brought her?”
“It has brought me a comfortable living, and the love of my two children, and the respect of my townspeople.”
“Respect? Why shouldn't they respect you? You're the smartest woman in Winnebago, and the hardest working.”
Emma McChesney frowned a little, in thought. “What do you two girls do for recreation?”
“I'm afraid we have too little of that, Emma. I know Fanny has. I'm so dog-tired at the end of the day. All I want is to take my hairpins out and go to bed.”
“And Fanny?”
“Oh, I read. I'm free to pick my book friends, at least.”
“Now, just what do you mean by that, child? It sounds a little bitter.”
“I was thinking of what Chesterfield said in one of his Letters to His Son. `Choose always to be in the society of those above you,' he wrote. I guess he lived in Winnebago, Wisconsin. I'm a working woman, and a Jew, and we haven't any money or social position. And unless she's a Becky Sharp any small town girl with all those handicaps might as well choose a certain constellation of stars in the sky to wear as a breastpin, as try to choose the friends she really wants.”