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261 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1939
“...You can't chat with a daughter like we're doing now.”
“Why not?” inquired George, who found the fair sex quite companionable.
“You've got to shield them, George,” declared his new friend gravely. “Shield them from harm. Women are like flowers, delicate, virginal, easily shocked and frightened.”
George had not thought of women in this light before, but was always willing to consider a fresh point of view. He thought of the various girls he knew: were they like flowers? Not noticeably. Were they delicate, virginal, easily shocked and frightened? No, no, and no. He thought of his mother and smiled involuntarily.
“Were you ever like a flower?” inquired George. “Were you ever delicate, virginal, and easily shocked?”
“George. Who is she?”
“Who?”
“The girl-- the woman...”
“It was a man--” began George.
“A man!” screamed Paddy. “For the love of Mike!”
George laughed.