Meade advised me--I might study
medicine; I don't know. And I want to know more about books and pictures
and the things that people talk about, out in the world, though I can
hardly call that a study, I suppose."
The words somehow disappointed me when uttered. They didn't sound
convincing. Such pursuits seemed less serious, there in the old farm-house
that spoke of so much painful toil, than when John and I had discussed
them on the sunny campus.
"I--I don't know yet, just what to do; there's all summer to plan; but I
want--somehow--to make the very most and the best of myself," I added
earnestly.
It was true, and the nearest I could come to the exact truth; that love
urged me yet more eagerly upon the Quest, and that with all my heart I
longed to become a wise and brilliant woman, for John's sake, and as a
step towards beauty, according to Miss Coleman's words.
"I don't hold with women bein' doctors," said Ma, as she energetically
knitted into the middle of her needle before looking up. "I don't know
what we're comin' to, these days."
"There, there, Ma, I don't know why women shouldn't be doctors, if they
want to.
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