The Place of Dreams
When she went South late in September, Mary Taylor had two definite but allied objects: she was to get all possible business information concerning the Cresswells, and she was to induce Miss Smith to prepare for Mrs. ¬ÝGrey‚Äôs benevolence by interesting the local whites in her work. The programme attracted Miss Taylor. She felt in touch, even if dimly and slightly, with great industrial movements, and she felt, too, like a discerning pioneer in philanthropy. Both roles she liked. Besides, they held, each, certain promises of social prestige; and society, Miss Taylor argued, one must have even in Alabama.
Bles Alwyn met her at the train. He was growing to be a big fine bronze giant, and Mary was glad to see him. She especially tried, in the first few weeks of opening school, to glean as much information as possible concerning the community, and particularly the Cresswells. She found the Negro youth quicker, surer, and more intelligent in his answers than those she questioned elsewhere, and she gained real enjoyment from her long talks with him.
“Isn’t Bles developing splendidly?” she said to Miss Smith one afternoon. There was an unmistakable note of enthusiasm in her voice. Miss Smith slowly closed her letter-file but did not look up.
‚ÄúYes,‚Äù she said crisply. ‚ÄúHe‚Äôs eighteen now‚ÅÝ‚Äîquite a man.‚Äù
“And most interesting to talk with.”
‚ÄúH‚Äôm‚ÅÝ‚Äîvery‚Äù‚ÅÝ‚Äîdrily. Mary was busy with her own thoughts, and she did not notice the other woman‚Äôs manner.