"
"I can see that," I said. "And then she would be likely to rear
them in the same spirit."
"That we never allowed," answered Somel quietly.
"Allowed?" I queried. "Allowed a mother to rear her own
children?"
"Certainly not," said Somel, "unless she was fit for that
supreme task."
This was rather a blow to my previous convictions.
"But I thought motherhood was for each of you--"
"Motherhood--yes, that is, maternity, to bear a child. But
education is our highest art, only allowed to our highest artists."
"Education?" I was puzzled again. "I don't mean education.
I mean by motherhood not only child-bearing, but the care of babies."
"The care of babies involves education, and is entrusted only
to the most fit," she repeated.
"Then you separate mother and child!" I cried in cold horror,
something of Terry's feeling creeping over me, that there must
be something wrong among these many virtues.
"Not usually," she patiently explained.
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