are going to be debutantes. There will be all the parties and dances. It’s going to last the whole year long. What good is it going to do the town not to have me part of it? They’re going to have debutantes anyway. If I decline the invitation, they’ll just pick somebody else to take my place.”
“Lynn will be out of it all,” Dodie chimed in. “It will be like she was in jail or somewhere fenced off. She can’t go to anything!”
Lynn was momentarily surprised at her sister’s ardent defense. Then she realized that Dodie was probably looking further ahead, to the next year, when she herself would be a senior and eligible to be a debutante.
“I am sorry,” Dr. Chambers said. “I don’t want to make you girls unhappy, but I feel very strongly about this. It is something of which I do not approve. I am going to fight it every step of the way, and I can’t very well talk publicly against it if my own daughter is part of it.”
Lynn’s eyes filled with angry tears.
“But, Daddy—”
Her mother leaned forward, placing a warning hand on her tense fingers.
“All right, Lynn, I think that’s enough discussion for the moment. Let’s drop the whole thing for now. You and your father both think it over, and we’ll talk about it again in the morning.”
After she had excused herself from the table, Lynn went upstairs to her room and picked up her letter to Paul. It was practically complete, but she sat down at her desk and added another page, telling him about the dinner table discussion and about her father’s attitude.
She wrote bitterly:
It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. You know what it would mean, Paul; that we couldn’t go to anything during Christmas vacation! Not anything! That’s when all the big dances will be, and then the Presentation Ball in the spring, and you would be home for that, too!
She wrote on, becoming more and more angry. When she finished, she folded the pages, put them into an envelope and wrote Paul’s college address on the front. Then she sealed it and went downstairs to find a stamp.
She paused at the door to the living room, seeing her mother alone, watching television.
“Has Daddy gone out?”
Her mother looked up. “Yes, dear he has gone out on an emergency call. One of the Turner children fell on the stairs. Her mother called in a panic; she says the child can’t seem to move her legs.”
Lynn exclaimed, “The poor little thing!” Having a doctor for a father, she was used to hearing about accidents and injuries, but their constant occurrence never served to make them less frightening and heartbreaking. “And the poor mother,” she added. “She has a lot of children, doesn’t she? I think there is a Turner boy in Dodie’s class, and I saw him after school the other day, shepherding a whole flock of little ones.”
Mrs. Chambers nodded. “I think there are five children. It’s a shame, because Mr. Turner was killed in an automobile accident two years ago, and Mrs. Turner is at her wit’s end, trying to support the family and take care of the babies at the same time. Yes, Ronnie, the oldest boy, is about Dodie’s age, I think. He works at Lawton’s Pharmacy after school and in the evenings. That helps some, but it’s still rough going for Mrs. Turner, and this latest tragedy isn’t going to make it any easier.”
Lynn looked at her mother in surprise.
“How do you know all that about the Turners? Surely, Mrs. Turner isn’t the sort of person who would be in your bridge club or the Hospital Auxiliary or anything.”
“No,” Mrs. Chambers said, “I only know about her from your father, who has taken an interest in the family. He was the one who tried to save Mr. Turner after the accident, and later he helped Ronnie get the job at the pharmacy. He says Ronnie is a brilliant boy and a hard worker. Imagine a child that age working all afternoon and all evening to help support his family!”
Lynn said, “He must be a fine person.”
Her mother was silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was very serious. “Lynn, you think your father was unfair about forbidding you to be one of the debutantes. Perhaps he was. I doubt whether Nancy Dunlapp’s father will forbid Nancy, or Mr. Taylor prevent Holly from joining. But your father is a little different from their fathers, dear, because of his profession. He doesn’t just go to business conferences all day and then come to the Hill at night. He sees people, all kinds of people, people like the Turners, and he gets to know them because he takes care of them. He has a chance to see how many good, fine, interesting people there are who don’t live exactly the way we do. Ronnie Turner for instance. He would never be invited to one of the debutante dances, but I imagine he is a lot finer person than many of the boys Dodie is beginning to date.”
She hesitated, trying to see what impression she was making on her daughter. Finally, when Lynn remained silent she continued, “What Daddy wants, dear, is for you not to separate yourself so entirely from everybody who isn’t exactly like you. You need to know and like all kinds of people, if you aren’t going to grow up into a—a—” She repressed a smile. “Dodie would love this—into a Mrs. Peterson.”
Lynn nodded. “I know; I can see that It’s just—oh, Mother, it will be so hard! I’ll be shut out of everything!”
“No,” her mother said softly. “It may seem that way at first, but you will find, I think, that when some doors are closed to you, others will open.... Lynn, when I was a young girl, living in Atlanta, I was one of the charmed so-called ‘social set.’ I was the most popular debutante of the season, and, if you knew Atlanta society, you would know what that meant. When I met your father, he was an intern at a local hospital. He had worked his way through medical school and was living on nothing but ham sandwiches. My parents could never see how fine and brilliant and ambitious he was. All they could see was that he was not a member of Atlanta ‘society.’ We eloped, and they never forgave us. They died, still feeling that way.”
Lynn’s eyes grew larger. “So that’s why Daddy feels so strongly about this?”
“Yes,” her mother said softly, “that’s one of the reasons.” Lynn lay awake a long time after she went to bed. It was almost midnight when the door to her room opened softly and she saw her father standing in the doorway. She could not see his face, but by the hall light shining behind him, she could see he was stooped a little, the way he always stood when he was weary.
He whispered, “Are you awake?”
Lynn raised her head. “Yes, Daddy. How is the Turner child?”
“She’s going to be all right.” Her father did not come into the room. He merely stood there, looking at her. He did not say things easily. Finally he said, “About our conversation tonight; I’ve been thinking it over. If it means so much to you, Lynn—well—”
“That’s all right,” Lynn assured him. She heard her voice saying it, as though it were someone else’s voice. “That’s all right Mother and I talked about it. I—I can see that you’re right.”
“No hard feelings?”
“No hard feelings.”
He looked so tired, standing there in the doorway, his shoulders sloped forward, his head bent a little.
Lynn relaxed on her pillow and said something she had not said for a long long time.
“I love you, Daddy.”
Dr. Chambers did not answer at once. When he did he said only, “And I you, Daughter.” Then he closed the door.
3
Lynn got up the next morning feeling as dedicated, strong and purposeful as a Christian martyr going forth to face the lions. However, by the time she had washed her face, brushed her teeth, dressed and put on lipstick, her purpose was beginning to falter a little. It