deline, used to burst into Tears every time
she saw a Train pulling away from the Depot, for she certainly had laid
the Soubrette's Curse on Home, Sweet Home.

She had read those large explosive articles in the Family Department of
the Sunday Paper telling how the Smart Set hang by their Toes from
Chandeliers and jump into Public Fountains, and she panted for the wild
free life of the Idle Rich.

Now it happened that Madeline had a married Female Cousin living at the
corner of Easy Street and Epicurian Avenue up in the Big Town where
People hated the sight of a Brass Bedstead.

Cousin invited Madeline to come and see her, out of mere Politeness,
for she had the Country Lass sized up as a Myrtle Killjoy, whose Limit
probably would be a Burton Holmes Lecture or a rollicking Afternoon at
the Tea Shop.

Madeleine saw that she was down to Class B and would have to make an
immediate Demonstration of Form to avoid being permanently Benched or
sent back to the Bush League.

Consequently, as soon as she found herself in the Main Drawing Room
among the Ruperts and Rosalinds, she began to break Furniture and do
Head-Spins on the Bokharas. Thereupon she was elected a full Sister of
the gladsome Bunch known as the Young Married Set.

She sent Home for all of her Things and more Coin and applied for an
advanced Degree in the Grand Lodge of the Knights and Ladies of Insomnia.

In one month she had entirely remodeled her Figure and landscaped her
Hair into a new Design and carefully picked each broad Western "R" out
of her Vocabulary, and she could walk right up to a French Bill of Fare
without the quiver of an Eye-Lash. Also she could hand out that Dear
Boy line of Polite Guff to all of those rugged and self-made Bucks who
get back to Earth every day at 5 P. M. and begin calling feebly for
Barbers and Masseurs and Manicures and Nerve Specialists and Barkeeps.

She learned that Rough House lost all Social Stigma if pulled off at 2
A. M. in a Private Resort with a Striped Awning in front and a Carpet
leading down to the Landing Stage.

Her Folks kept writing her to come back Home because the Ladies of the
Guild were about to have a Bazaar, but she Stalled as long as she
could, and when she finally packed up the Wardrobe Trunks and the eight
kinds of Massage Cream, she extracted a promise from Cousin and several
other Desperate Characters that they would come out into the Wilderness
and give the Rummies a Touch of High Life.