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Dorothy Canfield Fisher. The Bent Twig
The Bent Twig
Table of Contents
BOOK I IN ARCADIA. CHAPTER. I SYLVIA'S HOME II THE MARSHALLS' FRIENDS III BROTHER AND SISTER IV EVERY ONE'S OPINION OF EVERY ONE ELSE V SOMETHING ABOUT HUSBANDS VI THE SIGHTS OF LA CHANCE VII "WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT … " VIII SABOTAGE IX THE END OF CHILDHOOD. BOOK II A FALSE START TO ATHENS
BOOK III IN CAPUA AT LAST
BOOK IV THE STRAIT PATH
THE BENT TWIG
BOOK I
IN ARCADIA. CHAPTER I
SYLVIA'S HOME
CHAPTER II
THE MARSHALLS' FRIENDS
CHAPTER III
BROTHER AND SISTER
CHAPTER IV
EVERY ONE'S OPINION OF EVERY ONE ELSE
CHAPTER V
SOMETHING ABOUT HUSBANDS
CHAPTER VI
THE SIGHTS OF LA CHANCE
CHAPTER VII
"WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT … "
CHAPTER VIII
SABOTAGE
CHAPTER IX
THE END OF CHILDHOOD
BOOK II
A FALSE START TO ATHENS. CHAPTER X
SYLVIA'S FIRST GLIMPSE OF MODERN CIVILIZATION
CHAPTER XI
ARNOLD'S FUTURE IS CASUALLY DECIDED
CHAPTER XII
ONE MAN'S MEAT …
CHAPTER XIII
AN INSTRUMENT IN TUNE
CHAPTER XIV
HIGHER EDUCATION
CHAPTER XV
MRS. DRAPER BLOWS THE COALS
CHAPTER XVI
PLAYING WITH MATCHES
CHAPTER XVII
MRS. MARSHALL STICKS TO HER PRINCIPLES
CHAPTER XVIII
SYLVIA SKATES MERRILY ON THIN ICE
CHAPTER XIX
AS A BIRD OUT OF A SNARE
CHAPTER XX
"BLOW, WIND; SWELL, BILLOW; AND SWIM, BARK!"
CHAPTER XXI
SOME YEARS DURING WHICH NOTHING HAPPENS
BOOK III
IN CAPUA AT LAST. CHAPTER XXII
A GRATEFUL CARTHAGINIAN
CHAPTER XXIII
MORE TALK BETWEEN YOUNG MODERNS
CHAPTER XXIV
ANOTHER BRAND OF MODERN TALK
CHAPTER XXV
NOTHING IN THE LEAST MODERN
CHAPTER XXVI
MOLLY IN HER ELEMENT
CHAPTER XXVII
BETWEEN WINDWARD AND HEMLOCK MOUNTAINS
CHAPTER XXVIII
SYLVIA ASKS HERSELF "WHY NOT?"
CHAPTER XXIX
A HYPOTHETICAL LIVELIHOOD
CHAPTER XXX
ARNOLD CONTINUES TO DODGE THE RENAISSANCE
CHAPTER XXXI
SYLVIA MEETS WITH PITY
CHAPTER XXXII
MUCH ADO …
CHAPTER XXXIII
"WHOM GOD HATH JOINED … "
CHAPTER XXXIV
SYLVIA TELLS THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXXV
"A MILESTONE PASSED, THE ROAD SEEMS CLEAR"
"'JUDITH,'"
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE ROAD IS NOT SO CLEAR
CHAPTER XXXVII
CHAPTER XXXVIII
SYLVIA COMES TO THE WICKET-GATE
MILLIONAIRE COAL OPERATOR TURNS VAST HOLDINGS OVER TO THE STATE
CHAPTER XXXIX
SYLVIA DRIFTS WITH THE MAJORITY
BOOK IV;
THE STRAIT PATH. CHAPTER XL
A CALL FROM HOME
CHAPTER XLI
HOME AGAIN
CHAPTER XLII
CHAPTER XLIII
CHAPTER XLIV
CHAPTER XLV
CHAPTER XLVI
A LONG TALK WITH ARNOLD
CHAPTER XLVII
" … AND ALL THE TRUMPETS SOUNDED!"
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Dorothy Canfield Fisher
Published by Good Press, 2019
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It was not merely that a good deal of what was said was unintelligible. The Marshall children were quite accustomed to incessant conversations between their elders of which they could gather but the vaguest glimmering. They played about, busy in their own absorbing occupations, lending an absent but not wholly unattentive ear to the gabble of their elders, full of odd and ridiculous-sounding words like Single-tax, and contrapuntal development, and root-propagation, and Benthamism, and Byzantine, and nitrogenous fertilizers, and Alexandrine, and chiaroscuro, and surviving archaisms, and diminishing utility—for to keep up such a flood-tide of talk as streamed through the Marshall house required contributions from many diverging rivers. Sylvia was entirely used to this phenomenon and, although it occasionally annoyed her that good attention was wasted on projects so much less vital than those of the children, she bore it no grudge. But on the rare occasions when Aunt Victoria was with them, there was a different and ominous note to the talk which made Sylvia acutely uneasy, although she was quite unable to follow what was said. This uncomfortable note did not at all come from mere difference of opinion, for that too was a familiar element in Sylvia's world. Indeed, it seemed to her that everybody who came to the Marshall house disagreed with everybody else about everything. The young men, students or younger professors, engaged in perpetual discussions, carried on in acrimonious tones which nevertheless seemed not in the least to impair the good feeling between them. When there was nobody else there for Father to disagree with, he disagreed with Mother, occasionally, to his great delight, rousing her from her customary self-contained economy of words to a heat as voluble as his own. Often as the two moved briskly about, preparing a meal together, they shouted out from the dining-room to the kitchen a discussion on some unintelligible topic such as the "anachronism of the competitive system," so loudly voiced and so energetically pursued that when they came to sit down to table, they would be quite red-cheeked and stirred-up, and ate their dinners with as vigorous an appetite as though they had been pursuing each other on foot instead of verbally.
The older habitués of the house were no more peaceable and were equally given to what seemed to childish listeners endless disputes about matters of no importance. Professor La Rue's white mustache and pointed beard quivered with the intensity of his scorn for the modern school of poetry, and Madame La Rue, who might be supposed to be insulated by the vast bulk of her rosy flesh from the currents of passionate conviction flashing through the Marshall house, had fixed ideas on the Franco-Prussian War, on the relative values of American and French bed-making, and the correct method of bringing up girls (she was childless), which needed only to be remotely stirred to burst into showers of fiery sparks. And old Professor Kennedy was nothing less than abusive when started on an altercation about one of the topics vital to him, such as the ignoble idiocy of the leisure-class ideal, or the generally contemptible nature of modern society. No, it was not mere difference of opinion which so charged the air during Aunt Victoria's rare visits with menacing electricity.
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