They
talk and talk in there, and every night they settle all the fate
of all the nations, always the same way. I don't suppose
there's ever been a bunch that knew more things incorrectly.
You hated them, didn't you?"
"Why, I don't think you ought to talk about them so severe," he
implored, as they started down-stairs. "I don't mean they're
like you. They don't savvy like you do. I mean it! But I was
awful int'rested in what that Miss Johns said about kids in
school getting crushed into a mold. Gee! that's so; ain't it?
Never thought of it before. And that Mrs. Stettinius talked
about Yeats so beautiful."
"Oh, my dear, you make my task so much harder. I want you to
be different. Can't you see your cattle-boat experience is realer
than any of the things those half-baked thinkers have done? I
_know_. I'm half-baked myself."
"Oh, I've never done nothing."
"But you're ready to. Oh, I don't know. I want--I wish Jock
Seton--the filibuster I met in San Francisco--I wish he were
here. Mouse, maybe I can make a filibuster of you.
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