The Fifth Wheel

The Men seem to want to make just nice soft pussy-cats out of us, with ribbons round our necks, and hear us purr. I was the only one in her whole establishment whom she wasn't obliged to treat as a servant and menial. Lucy looks suspiciously upon the portfolio of theme paper I carry underneath my arm. But in this corner of the world a portfolio of theme paper and a pile of books are as common a part of a girl's paraphernalia as a muff and a shopping-bag on a winter's day on Fifth Avenue. Lucy lives in a university town. The university is devoted principally to the education of men, but there is a girls' college connected with it, [2] so if I am caught scribbling no one except Lucy needs to wonder why.