Discussion followed; not flamboyant and declamatory, but tense, staccato, pointed. Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell found herself taking part. Someone mentioned her name, and one or two glances of interest and even curiosity were thrown her way. Congressmen‚Äôs wives were rare at the Civic Club.
Congressmen Todd urged Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell to stay after the discussion and attend a meeting of the managers and workers of the Washington social settlements.
“Have you many settlements?” she inquired.
‚ÄúThree in all‚ÅÝ‚Äîtwo white and one colored.‚Äù
“And will they all be represented?”
‚ÄúYes, of course, Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell. If you object to meeting the colored people‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell blushed.
“No, indeed,” she answered; “I used to teach colored people.”
She watched this new group gather: a business man, two fashionable ladies, three college girls, a gray-haired colored woman, and a young spectacled brown man, and then, to her