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She was better acquainted with the utensils in the kitchen than with Vida Sherwin or Guy Pollock. The can-opener, whose soft gray metal handle was twisted from some ancient effort to pry open a window, was more pertinent to her than all the cathedrals in Europe; and more significant than the future of Asia was the never-settled weekly question as to whether the small kitchen knife with the unpainted handle or the second-best buckhorn carving-knife was better for cutting up cold chicken for Sunday supper.

II

She was ignored by the males till midnight. Her husband called, “Suppose we could have some eats, Carrie?” As she passed through the dining-room the men smiled on her, belly-smiles. None of them noticed her while she was serving the crackers and cheese and sardines and beer. They were determining the exact psychology of Dave Dyer in standing pat, two hours before.

When they were gone she said to Kennicott, “Your friends have the manners of a barroom. They expect me to wait on them like a servant. They’re not so much interested in me as they would be in a waiter, because they don’t have to tip me. Unfortunately! Well, good night.”

So rarely did she nag in this petty, hot-weather fashion that he was astonished rather than angry. “Hey! Wait! What’s the idea? I must say I don’t get you. The boys⁠—Barroom? Why, Perce Bresnahan was saying there isn’t a finer bunch of royal good fellows anywhere than just the crowd that were here tonight!”

They stood in the lower hall. He was too shocked to go on with his duties of locking the front door and winding his watch and the clock.

“Bresnahan! I’m sick of him!” She meant nothing in particular.

“Why, Carrie, he’s one of the biggest men in the country! Boston just eats out of his hand!”

“I wonder if it does? How do we know but that in Boston, among well-bred people, he may be regarded as an absolute lout? The way he calls women ‘Sister,’ and the way⁠—”

“Now look here! That’ll do! Of course I know you don’t mean it⁠—you’re simply hot and tired, and trying to work off your peeve on me. But just the same, I won’t stand your jumping on Perce. You⁠—It’s just like your attitude toward the war⁠—so darn afraid that America will become militaristic⁠—”

“But you are the pure patriot!”

“By God, I am!”

“Yes, I heard you talking to Sam Clark tonight about ways of avoiding the income tax!”

He had recovered enough to lock the door; he clumped upstairs ahead of her, growling, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly willing to pay my full tax⁠—fact, I’m in favor of the income tax⁠—even though I do think it’s a penalty on frugality and enterprise⁠—fact, it’s an unjust, darn-fool tax. But just the same, I’ll pay it. Only, I’m not idiot enough to pay more than the government makes me pay, and Sam and I were just figuring out whether all automobile expenses oughn’t to be exemptions. I’ll take a lot off you, Carrie, but I don’t propose for one second to stand your saying I’m not patriotic. You know mighty well and good that I’ve tried to get away and join the army. And at the beginning of the whole fracas I said⁠—I’ve said right along⁠—that we ought to have entered the war the minute Germany invaded Belgium. You don’t get me at all. You can’t appreciate a man’s work. You’re abnormal. You’ve fussed so much with these fool novels and books and all this highbrow junk⁠—You like to argue!”

It ended, a quarter of an hour later, in his calling her a “neurotic” before he turned away and pretended to sleep.

For the first time they had failed to make peace.

“There are two races of people, only two, and they live side by side. His calls mine ‘neurotic’; mine calls his ‘stupid.’ We’ll never understand each other, never; and it’s madness for us to debate⁠—to lie together in a hot bed in a creepy room⁠—enemies, yoked.”

III

It clarified in her the longing for a place of her own.

“While it’s so hot, I think I’ll sleep in the spare room,” she said next day.

“Not a bad idea.” He was cheerful and kindly.

The room was filled with a lumbering double bed and a cheap pine bureau. She stored the bed in the attic; replaced it by a cot which, with a denim cover, made a couch by day; put in a dressing-table, a rocker transformed by a cretonne cover; had Miles Bjornstam build bookshelves.

Kennicott slowly understood that she meant to keep up her seclusion. In his queries, “Changing the whole room?” “Putting your books in there?” she caught his dismay. But it was so easy, once her door was closed, to shut out his worry. That hurt her⁠—the ease of forgetting him.

Aunt Bessie Smail sleuthed out this anarchy. She yammered, “Why, Carrie, you ain’t going to sleep all alone by yourself? I don’t believe in that. Married folks should have the same room, of course! Don’t go getting silly notions. No telling what a thing like that might lead to. Suppose I up and told your Uncle Whit that I wanted a room of my own!”

Carol spoke of recipes for corn-pudding.

But from Mrs. Dr. Westlake she drew encouragement. She had made an afternoon call on Mrs. Westlake. She was for the first time invited upstairs, and found the suave old woman sewing in a white and mahogany room with a small bed.

“Oh, do you have your own royal apartments, and the doctor his?” Carol hinted.

“Indeed I do! The doctor says it’s bad enough to have to stand my temper at meals. Do⁠—” Mrs. Westlake looked at her sharply. “Why, don’t you do the same thing?”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Carol laughed in an embarrassed way. “Then you wouldn’t regard me as a complete hussy if I wanted to be by myself now and then?”

“Why, child, every woman ought to get off by herself and turn over her thoughts⁠—about children,

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