The bundle was
rather large and wrapped in newspapers. He carried it into the kitchen
to his mother, and then returned with the list.
The sheet was greasy from the handling of black fingers. The girl spread
it on the little center-table with a certain daintiness, seated herself,
and held out her hand for Peter's pencil. She made rather a graceful
study in cream and yellow as she leaned over the table and signed her
name in a handwriting as perfect and as devoid of character as a copy-
book. She began discussing the speech Peter had made at the Benevolence
Hall.
"I don't know whether I am in favor of your project or not, Mr. Siner,"
she said as she rose from the table.
"No?" Peter was surprised and amused at her attitude and at her precise
voice.
"No, I'm rather inclined toward Mr. DuBois's theory of a literary
culture than toward Mr. Washington's for a purely industrial training."
Peter broke out laughing.
"For the love of Mike, Cissie, you talk like the instructor in Sociology
B! And haven't we met before somewhere? This 'Mister Siner' stuff--"
The girl's face warmed under its faint, greenish powder.
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