the Constitution. My dear, you will find that society is torn in two by
politics."

"But women have nothing to do with politics."

"They have everything to do with politics. They always have had. You are
not now in a Moravian school, Cornelia; and Bethlehem is not New York.
The two places look at life from different standpoints."

"Then, as I am to live in New York, why was I sent to Bethlehem?"

"You were sent to Bethlehem to learn how to live in New York,--or in any
other place. Where have you seen Mr. Jefferson?"

"I saw him this afternoon, in Cedar Street. He wore his red coat and
breeches; and it was then I formed the audacious intention of dancing
with him. I told Mrs. Willets of it; and she said, 'Mr. Jefferson
carried the Declaration on his shoulders, and would not dare to bow;'
and then with such a queer little laugh she asked me 'if his red
breeches did not make me think of the guillotine?' I do not think Mrs.
Willets likes Mr. Jefferson very much; but, all the same, I wish to
dance once with him. I think it will be something to talk about when I
am an old woman."

"My dear one, that is so far off. Go now, and write to Arenta. Young Mr.
Hyde and Figaro will doubtless bring her here."

"I hope so; for Arenta has an agreeableness that fits every occasion."
She had been folding up, with deliberate neatness, the strings of her
bonnet, as she talked, and she rose with these words and went out of the