"You don't suppose I asked
her to go _again_, do you?"
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, you don't suppose I want her to think I'm a
perfect fool, do you?"
Fred mused a moment or two, looking at the fire. "What was the lecture?"
he asked, mildly.
"What lecture?"
"She seemed to me to be--"
"That wasn't lecturing; she was just--"
"Just what?"
"Well; she thinks war for the United States is coming closer and
closer--"
"But it isn't."
"Well, she thinks so, anyhow," said Ramsey, "and she's all broken up
about it. Of course she thinks we oughtn't to fight and she's trying to
get everybody else she can to keep working against it. She isn't goin'
home again next summer, she's goin' back to that settlement work in
Chicago and work there among those people against our goin' to war; and
here in college she wants to get everybody she can to talk against it,
and--"
"What did you say?" Fred asked, and himself supplied the reply:
"Nothin'. I started to, but--"
Ramsey got up. "Now look here! You know the 'frat' passed a rule that if
we broke any more furniture in this house with our scrappin' we'd both
be fined the cost of repairs and five dollars apiece.
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