Prologue

Well, some place. I don’t know much about New York; I only been there once before, with Carl Williams. He’s the fella that made the speech last night. It was the first time he’s been away from home in the evening since he was married. He’s got a wife and baby now.

Oh, I’m dying to have a baby! Heavens! I didn’t mean to say that. I love them so.

It’s nothing against a woman to like babies. Carl’s wife certainly likes hers. She’s made him a nice home, too. He didn’t have to buy hardly anything in the way of furniture; her grandmother gave her a bedroom suit and she bought some herself with money she saved while she was working at Berger’s.

She must be a good deal like myself. I could almost start housekeeping with the things I’ve got. I suppose I’m silly and old-fashioned, but I always thought a girl should bring her husband something besides herself. I even wouldn’t mind going on working after I was married, till my husband established himself.

The girl I marry won’t never have to work. I don’t believe God ever meant for a woman to endure a life of druggery.

Oh, Mr.Mr. Stevens, if only all men felt the same way!