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“It certainly is,” Gwen said. “Why don’t you just say to him,
“I’d like to meet your mother”?”
“Well, Gwen, there are some things a girl can’t say.”
“No, but a woman can.”
“Are you going on about my age again? I tell you, Gwen, I feel
twenty-two. I think twenty-two. I am twenty-two so far as Richard’s
concerned. I don’t think really you can help me much. After all, you
haven’t been successful with men yourself, have you?”
“No,” Gwen said, “I haven’t. I’ve always been on the old side.”
“That’s just my point. It doesn’t get you anywhere to feel old and
think old. If you want to be successful with men you have to hang on
to your youth.”
“It wouldn’t be worth it at the price,” Gwen said, “to judge by
the state you’re in.”
Trudy started to cry and ran to her room, presently returning to
ask Gwen questions about Richard’s mother. She could rarely keep
away from Gwen when she was not out with Richard.
“What’s his mother really like? Do you think I’d get on with her?”
“If you wish I’ll take you to see his mother on Sunday.”
“No, no,” Trudy said. “It’s got to come from him if it has any
meaning. The invitation must come from Richard.”
Trudy had almost lost her confidence, and in fact had come to
wonder if Richard was getting tired of her, since he had less and less
time to spare for her, when unexpectedly and yet so inevitably, in
November, he said, “You must come and meet my mother.”
“Oh!” Trudy said.
“I should like you to meet my mother. She’s looking forward to it.”
“Oh, does she know about me?”
“Rather.”
“Oh!”
“It’s happened. Everything’s all right,” Trudy said breathlessly.
“He has asked you home to meet his mother,” Gwen said
without looking up from the exercise book she was correcting.
“It’s important to me, Gwen.”
“Yes, yes,” Gwen said.
“I’m going on Sunday afternoon,” Trudy said. “Will you be there?”
“Not till supper time,” Gwen said. “Don’t worry.”
“He said, ‘I want you to meet Mother. I’ve told her all about you.’
“All about you?”
      “It certainly is,” Gwen said. “Why don’t you just say to him,
“I’d like to meet your mother”?”
      “Well, Gwen, there are some things a girl can’t say.”
      “No, but a woman can.”
      “Are you going on about my age again? I tell you, Gwen, I feel
twenty-two. I think twenty-two. I am twenty-two so far as Richard’s
concerned. I don’t think really you can help me much. After all, you
haven’t been successful with men yourself, have you?”
      “No,” Gwen said, “I haven’t. I’ve always been on the old side.”
      “That’s just my point. It doesn’t get you anywhere to feel old and
think old. If you want to be successful with men you have to hang on
to your youth.”
      “It wouldn’t be worth it at the price,” Gwen said, “to judge by
the state you’re in.”
      Trudy started to cry and ran to her room, presently returning to
ask Gwen questions about Richard’s mother. She could rarely keep
away from Gwen when she was not out with Richard.
      “What’s his mother really like? Do you think I’d get on with her?”
      “If you wish I’ll take you to see his mother on Sunday.”
      “No, no,” Trudy said. “It’s got to come from him if it has any
meaning. The invitation must come from Richard.”
      Trudy had almost lost her confidence, and in fact had come to
wonder if Richard was getting tired of her, since he had less and less
time to spare for her, when unexpectedly and yet so inevitably, in
November, he said, “You must come and meet my mother.”
      “Oh!” Trudy said.
      “I should like you to meet my mother. She’s looking forward to it.”
      “Oh, does she know about me?”
      “Rather.”
      “Oh!”
      “It’s happened. Everything’s all right,” Trudy said breathlessly.
      “He has asked you home to meet his mother,” Gwen said
without looking up from the exercise book she was correcting.
      “It’s important to me, Gwen.”
      “Yes, yes,” Gwen said.
      “I’m going on Sunday afternoon,” Trudy said. “Will you be there?”
      “Not till supper time,” Gwen said. “Don’t worry.”
      “He said, ‘I want you to meet Mother. I’ve told her all about you.’ ”
      “All about you?”

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