"With Mrs.
Lang, it seems as if she set the day and gave her orders to the
servants, and that's all there was about it. Of course she
entertains charmingly, and all that; but it makes me feel, all the
time, as if she did it to pay her debts, and not because she likes
to have us there. When we go to--well, to Polly's, for instance,
I. never think of that, for Mrs. Adams always acts as if she
enjoyed us as much as we enjoy being there."
"She does," answered Polly, with conviction. "She says she never
half grew up, for she likes young people now better than she does
those of her own age."
"It must be horrid to have to give parties, whether you want to or
not, just because somebody else has invited you," remarked Molly.
"That's the way they all do in society, though," said Jessie, with
a knowing air.
"Well, if that's society, then. I don't want any of it," said
Polly ungratefully, while she ran her fingers through her hair and
stood it wildly on end. "I just want my friends, and I want them
whenever I feel like it; but I don't care anything about having a
crowd of people round in the way, just because it's fashionable,
when I don't, care a snap for them. If I ever grow up and come
out, as they call it, I'm going to like my friends for themselves,
and not for their clothes and their parties and their good
dinners.
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