It isn't
as bad as it would be if papa couldn't afford to let us travel."
But Florence shook her head.
"No," said she, "I know how it will be. You think now that you'll
come, but you'll go out there and get so interested in society
that you will forget all about New England, and all about us. Or,
if you do remember us, it will be when you are dancing all night,
and you'll stop a minute to pity us because we go to bed and to
sleep like civilized beings." And Florence laughed, in spite of
herself, at the idea.
"Now, Florence, that isn't fair to me. I really don't mean to be
just a silly girl who thinks of nothing but her clothes. I shall
have to go into society, but I believe I can be good for a little
something besides that. If I find I can't do both, why, then I'll
give up the society part of it; but I won't be a do-nothing all my
days. I know there are always more chances for a woman to do good
than there are women to do it, and I mean to keep my eyes open to
look for my own especial chance. I don't believe that all the
helpful ideas auntie and Mrs. Adams have given me this year were
intended to be thrown away, and I think the time will come when I
can use them. If not, why were they given me? Wait a few years,
Florence, and see if I am just a butterfly.
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