"
"But Mr. Benham perhaps doesn't intend to shoot tigers, Amanda?"
said Amanda's mother.
"Not at once. My way will be a little different. I think I shall
go first through Germany. And then down to Constantinople. And
then I've some idea of getting across Asia Minor and Persia to
India. That would take some time. One must ride."
"Asia Minor ought to be fun," said Amanda. "But I should prefer
India because of the tigers. It would be so jolly to begin with the
tigers right away."
"It is the towns and governments and peoples I want to see rather
than tigers," said Benham. "Tigers if they are in the programme.
But I want to find out about--other things."
"Don't you think there's something to be found out at home?" said
the elder cousin, blushing very brightly and speaking with the
effort of one who speaks for conscience' sake.
"Betty's a Socialist," Amanda said to Benham with a suspicion of
apology.
"Well, we're all rather that," Mrs. Wilder protested.
"If you are free, if you are independent, then don't you owe
something to the workers?" Betty went on, getting graver and redder
with each word.
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