' Our customs and characteristics and habits of thought
and manner of life separate us into our particular groups, but in
many ways all people are dreadfully alike, Kitty. To the little
cigarette-girl you're a 'person like that.' Did you ever wonder what
she thought of you?"
"Why should I wonder? It doesn't matter what she thinks. I don't
know her, never will know her. I can't understand why you want to
know her, to know people who--"
"I want to know all sorts of people." Again I tilted Kitty's hat,
held her off so as to get a better effect. "You see, I've wondered
sometimes what they thought of us--these people who haven't had our
chance. Points of view always interest me."
"What difference does it make what they think? You're the queerest
person I've ever known! You aren't very religious. You never did go
to church as much as I did. Are you going in for slums?"
"I am not. I wouldn't be a success at slumming. I'm not going in
for anything except--"
"Except what?"
"My dear Kitty," I picked up the handkerchief she had dropped and put
it on the table, "I wouldn't try to understand, if I were you, why
people do things.
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