It was her success that first showed her how great that influence was.
She had come now to look on Ruth's destiny as something for which she
was personally responsible--a fact which was noted and resented by
others, in particular Ruth's brother Bailey, who regarded his aunt with
a dislike and suspicion akin to that which a stray dog feels towards
the boy who saunters towards him with a tin can in his hand.
To Bailey, his strong-minded relative was a perpetual menace, a sort of
perambulating yellow peril, and the fact that she often alluded to him
as a worm consolidated his distaste for her.
* * * * *
Mrs. Porter released the clutch and set out on her drive. She rarely
had a settled route for these outings of hers, preferring to zigzag
about New York, livening up the great city at random. She always drove
herself and, having, like a good suffragist, a contempt for male
prohibitions, took an honest pleasure in exceeding a man-made speed
limit.
One hesitates to apply the term "joy-rider" to so eminent a leader of
contemporary thought as the authoress of "The Dawn of Better Things,"
"Principles of Selection," and "What of To-morrow?" but candour compels
the admission that she was a somewhat reckless driver. Perhaps it was
due to some atavistic tendency. One of her ancestors may have been a
Roman charioteer or a coach-racing maniac of the Regency days.
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