She is interested in having a beautiful home, fine
appointments, in being petted, praised, and the acknowledged leader of
society.
"She likes to find new things which amuse her, and to always and in all
circumstances have her own way about everything."
"Good gracious!" cried Elnora, staring at him. "But what does she do?
How does she spend her time?"
"Spend her time!" repeated Philip. "Well, she would call that a joke.
Her days are never long enough. There is endless shopping, to find
the pretty things; regular visits to the dressmakers, calls, parties,
theatres, entertainments. She is always rushed. I never am able to be
with her half as much as I would like."
"But I mean work," persisted Elnora. "In what is she interested that is
useful to the world?"
"Me!" cried Philip promptly.
"I can understand that," laughed Elnora. "What I can't understand is
how you can be in----" She stopped in confusion, but she saw that he
had finished the sentence as she had intended. "I beg your pardon!"
she cried. "I didn't intend to say that. But I cannot understand these
people I hear about who live only for their own amusement. Perhaps it is
very great; I'll never have a chance to know. To me, it seems the only
pleasure in this world worth having is the joy we derive from living for
those we love, and those we can help. I hope you are not angry with me."
Philip sat silently looking far away, with deep thought in his eyes.
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