frisky Councilman; and Nancy and Kathlyn couldn’t fathom why. But Nina, not so backward, said:
“Pffft! If a man wants to throw old clothing away and buy stylish outfits, what affair is it, but his own? It isn’t right so to pick out a man, and turn him into a laughing stock of a city. Old Bill isn’t a bad sort; possibly born grouchy; but if a grouchy man or woman, (and I know a bunch of that class in this town!) can pull out of it, and laugh, and find a bit of joy in living, I think it is an occasion for congratulations, not booing.”
“Oh,” said Kathlyn, “I don’t think anybody is booing Councilman Simpkins. But you know that any showing of such an innovation is apt to start gossip. Just why, I don’t know. It, though, is a trait of Mankind only. Animals don’t ‘bloom’ out so abruptly. You can hunt through Biology, Zoology or any similar study, and find but slow,—awfully slow,—adaptations toward any form of variation. Hurrying was not known until Man got around.”
“My!” said Nancy, gasping, and not giggling now, “I wish that I could know all that you know, Kathy. As our slang puts it, ‘I don’t know nothin’.’”
“But, you could,” said Kathlyn, “if you would only study. All through our young days,
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