"It's a tremendous subject," he said, with loose largeness
of manner. "Only a man who works hard at it can realize
how complicated it is. The only way is to start with
the understanding that something is going to be done.
No matter how many difficulties there are in the way,
SOMETHING'S GOING TO BE DONE! If a strong man starts out
with that, why then he can fight his way through, and push
the difficulties aside or bend them to suit his purpose,
and accomplish something."
Mrs. Dabney, listening to this, found nothing in it
to quarrel with--yet somehow remained, if not skeptical,
then passively unconvinced. "What are your plans?"
she asked him.
"Oh, it's too soon to formulate anything," he told her,
with prepared readiness. "It isn't a thing to rush into in
a hurry, with half baked theories and limited information.
Great results, permanent results, are never obtained
that way."
"I hope it isn't any Peabody model-dwelling thing."
"Oh, nothing like it in the least," he assured her,
and made a mental note to find out what it was she had
referred to.
"The Lord-Rowton houses are better, they say,"
she went on, "but it seems to me that the real thing
is that there shouldn't be all this immense number of
people with only fourpence or fivepence in their pocket.
That's where the real mischief lies.
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