"I don't know," said Anne. "Neither does she."
"She said," continued the owner of the Czar, puckering her plump forehead, "that she could not conceive of Christianity apart from Socialism."
Anne only laughed.
Helen found her relations with these women less simple than she had expected. She had a puzzled feeling that her pity for them was met by an answering pity for her. In their definiteness of aim was a certain rebuke. The only thing about her that they thoroughly appreciated was the colour of her hair.
"I am sorry for that child," said the Astrologist to Mrs. Kent. "She is so young and rash. She has so much to learn."
"Helen isn't accustomed to think that it is the young who have much to learn," answered Mrs. Kent.
The boyish sculptor of animals said that Miss Wistar did not know where she was at.
