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"Reddon is a clever chap: he's been over before, a couple of years at the Beaux Arts. I suppose he wants more work and didn't like to leave her behind." "She shouldn't have babies, then," Milly pronounced seriously, feeling her superiority in not thus handicapping her husband in his career. "It is tough," Bragdon admitted.... They saw a good deal of the Reddons during the voyage.
Then in September they were back in Paris; the Reddons, who had exhausted all their resources, went home to America for the year's grind in the technical school; and the Bragdons settled in a small house in Neuilly. And there early in October Milly's little girl came safely into the world.
Of course there were good people who got along on three or four thousand dollars a year and even indulged occasionally in a child or two professors and young painters and that sort. Milly could not see how it was done, probably in ghastly apartments out in the hinterland, like the Reddons.
Bragdon recovered first from the Atlantic languor, and in the course of his rambles about the ship discovered an acquaintance in the second cabin, a young instructor in architecture at a technical school, who with his wife and small child were also on their way to Paris for the winter. He brought Milly to see the Reddons where they were established behind a ventilator on the rear deck.
"Well," the young man replied with a grin. "You see I don't I can't get any to do!" It was pleasant enough to joke about the arts, but Milly didn't expect to see much of the Reddons once they were launched in the fascinating life of Paris. She was becoming a little bored with them already, with their sloppy unconventionality and with ship life in general.
Milly, not having lived in circles where the fundamental relations of life were discussed with such philosophical frankness, was puzzled. The Reddons must be "queer" people, she thought. "So I tell Sam when he gets fussy that if he isn't careful, I'll flanquer la porte to him and run the shop myself." "My!"
She moved from the boarding-house where she had been staying between visits to the top floor of the flimsy building behind Grant's Tomb in which the Reddons had perched themselves latterly. Virginia was obliged to leave her school where "the very nicest children all went," which was a keen regret to Milly, for she had already formed ambitions for her daughter.
My health don't trouble me and that's partly because I've had no chance to fool it away like most girls." "So you think it all depends on the women," Milly said unconvinced. "Women oh, Lord!" Ernestine exclaimed irreverently, getting up and walking about the room. She examined the books and the few sketches of Jack's that Milly had kept and hung on the bare walls of the Reddons' living-room.
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