She had no use for Reds; she was sick of the jargon of the
Reds, she would never love a Red. Look at Miriam Yankovich--what a
wreck she had made of her life! She had been a handsome girl, she
might have got a rich husband, but now she had had to be cut to
pieces! And look at Sadie Todd, slaving herself to death, and Ada
Ruth with her poems that made you tired. Rosie jeered at them all,
and riddled them with the arrows of her wit, and of course Peter in
his heart agreed with everything she said; yet Peter had to pretend
to disagree, and that made Rosie cross and spoiled their fun, and
they almost quarreled.
Under these circumstances, naturally it was hard for Peter not to
give some hint of his true feeling. After he had spent all of his
money on Rosie and a lot of his time and hadn't got anywhere, he
decided to make some concession to her--he told her he would give up
trying to make a Red out of her. Whereupon Rosie made a face at him.
"Very kind indeed of you, Mr. Gudge! But how about my making a
`White' out of you?" And she went on to inform him that she wanted
a fellow that could make money and take care of a girl. Peter
answered that he was making money all right. Well, how was he making
money, asked Rosie.
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