“Certainly not, my dear. But these are not my children, they are the children of Negroes; we can’t quite forget that, can we?”
‚ÄúNo, I suppose not,‚Äù Miss Taylor admitted, a little helplessly. ‚ÄúBut‚ÅÝ‚Äîit seems to me‚ÅÝ‚Äîthat‚Äôs the modern idea of taking culture to the masses.‚Äù
“Frankly, then, the modern idea is not my idea; it is too socialistic. And as for culture applied to the masses, you utter a paradox. The masses and work is the truth one must face.”
“And culture and work?”
“Quite incompatible, I assure you, my dear.” She stretched her silken limbs, lazily, while Miss Taylor sat silently staring at the waters.
Just then Mrs. ¬ÝGrey drove up in her new red motor.
Up to the time of Mary Taylor‚Äôs arrival the acquaintance of the Vanderpools and Mrs. ¬ÝGrey had been a matter chiefly of smiling bows. After Miss Taylor came there had been calls and casual intercourse, to Mrs.