Winter 1964 • Vol. XXVI No. 1 Fiction |

The Tea Time of Stouthearted Ladies

"As I tell Kitty, this summer job of hers is really more a vacation with pay than work. What wouldn't I give to be up there in the mountains away from the hurly-burly of this town! They have a lake right there below the main lodge where the girls can cool off after they serve lunch. And quite often they can have the horses to trot off here, there, and the other place—go down to Brophy, for instance, and have a Coke. They can help themselves to the books in the lounge, play the victrola, sit in the sun and get a good tan. They go to the square dances and dance with the dudes as if they were dudes themselves, and if there's a home movie they're invited to come and view. Mrs. Bell and Miss Skeen are very democratic along those lines and when they first hired Kitty, when she was just fourteen, they told me they didn't look on their employees as servants but as a part of the family." "Not my idea of work," agreed Mrs. Ewing, and made a hybrid sound, half deprecating giggle, half lo

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