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"Not especially. But everybody is, one way or another--even the animals and the birds."
"Really! And what is my affectation?"
"I don't know, and I wouldn't tell you if I did. What's Miss Terriberry's?"
"Didn't you dahnce with her?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's it."
"What's that?"
"She says 'dahnce,' doesn't she?"
"I believe she does."
"Well, she used to say 'dannce' like the rest of us."
"What of it? Is it a sin to change?"
"It's an affectation."
"Why? Is education an affectation?"
"Oh! so you call the rest of us uneducated?"
"For Heaven's sake, no! You know too much, if anything. But what has that to do with Miss Terriberry?"
Because their minds were at such loggerheads their feet could not keep measure. They dropped out of the dance and sought the porch, while Tudie raged on:
"She has no right to put on airs. Her father is no better than mine. Who is she, anyway, that she should say 'dahnce' and 'cahn't' and 'chahmed'?"
Orson was amazed at the depths of bitterness stirred up by a mere question of p.r.o.nunciation. He answered, softly: "Some of the meekest people in the world use the soft 'a.' I say 'dahnce.'"
"Oh, but you can't help saying it."
"Yes, I could if I tried."
"But you were born where everybody talks like that. Em was born out here."
"She has traveled, though."
"So have I. And I didn't come back playing copy-cat."
"It's natural for some people to mimic others. She may not be as strong-minded as you are." He thought that rather diplomatic. "Besides 'dannce' and 'cann't' aren't correct."
"Oh yes, they are!"
"Oh no, they're not! Not by any dictionary ever printed."
"Then they'd better print some more. Dictionaries don't know everything.
They're very inconsistent."
"Naturally."
"Now you say 'tomahto' where I say 'tomayto.'"
"Yes."
"Why don't you say 'potahto'?"
"Because n.o.body does."
"Well, n.o.body that was born out here says 'dahnce' and 'cahn't.'"
"But she's been East and in Europe, and--where's the harm of it, anyway?
What's your objection to the soft 'a'?"
"It's all right for those that are used to it."
"But you say 'father.' Why don't you say 'rather' to rhyme with it?"
"Don't be foolish."
"I'm trying not to be."
"Well, then, don't try to convince me that Em Terriberry is a wonderful creature because she's picked up a lot of foreign mannerisms and comes home thinking she's better than the rest of us. We'll show her--the conceited thing! Her own father and mother are ashamed of her, and Arthur is so disgusted the poor boy doesn't know what to do. I think he ought to give her a good talking to or break off the engagement."
Orson sank back stunned at the ferocity of her manner. He beheld how great a matter a little fire kindleth. It was so natural to him to speak as Miss Terriberry spoke that he could not understand the hatred the alien "a" and the suppressed "r" could evoke among those native to the flat vowel and the protuberant consonant. He was yet to learn to what lengths disputes could go over quirks of speech.
III
The very "talking to" that Tudie believed her brother ought to give his betrothed he was giving her at that moment at the other end of the porch. Arthur had hesitated to attempt the reproof. It was not pleasant to broach the subject, and he knew that it was dangerous, since Em was high-spirited. Even when she expressed a wonder at the coolness of everybody's behavior he could not find the courage for the lecture seething in his indignant heart.
He was worrying through a perfunctory consolation: "Oh, you just imagine that people are cold to you, Em. Everybody's tickled to death to have you home. You see, Em--"
"I wish you wouldn't call me Em," she said.
"It's your name, isn't it?"
"It's a part of my old name; but I've changed Emma to Amelie. After this I want to be called Amelie."
If she had announced her desire to wear trousers on the street, or to smoke a pipe in church, or even to go in for circus-riding, he could not have been more appalled than he was at what she said.
"Amelie?" he gasped. "What in the name of--of all that's sensible is that for?"
"I hate Em. It's ugly. It sounds like a letter of the alphabet. I like Amelie better. It's pretty and I choose it."