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The girl nodded slowly.
"With the others you have, I suppose."
Peter glanced at Cissie. The temptation was strong to give the
conversation a personal turn, but he continued on the general topic:
"Well, perhaps it's just as well. My prestige was a bit too flamboyant,
Cissie. All I had to do was to mention a plan. The Sons and Daughters
didn't even discuss it. They put it right through. That wasn't healthy.
Our whole system of society, all democracies are based on discussion.
Our old Witenagemot--"
"But it wasn't _our_ old Witenagemot," said the girl.
"Well--no," admitted the mulatto, "that's true."
They moved along for some distance in silence, when the girl asked:
"What are you going to do now, Peter?"
"Teach, and keep working for that training-school," stated Peter, almost
belligerently. "You didn't expect a little thing like a hundred dollars
to stop me, did you?"
"No-o-o," conceded Cissie, with some reserve of judgment in her tone.
Presently she added, "You could do a lot better up North, Peter."
"For whom?"
"Why, yourself," said the girl, a little surprised.


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