aments."

But instead of answering Page put another question:

"Laura, do you think I am womanly?"

"I think sometimes, Page, that you take your books and your reading too
seriously. You've not been out of the house for three days, and I never
see you without your note-books and text-books in your hand. You are at
it, dear, from morning till night. Studies are all very well--"

"Oh, studies!" exclaimed Page. "I hate them. Laura, what is it to be
womanly?"

"To be womanly?" repeated Laura. "Why, I don't know, honey. It's to be
kind and well-bred and gentle mostly, and never to be bold or
conspicuous--and to love one's home and to take care of it, and to love
and believe in one's husband, or parents, or children--or even one's
sister--above any one else in the world."

"I think that being womanly is better than being well read," hazarded
Page.

"We can be both, Page," Laura told her. "But, honey, I think you had
better hurry through your breakfast. If we are going to church this
Easter, we want to get an early start. Curtis ordered the carriage half
an hour earlier."

"Breakfast!" echoed Page. "I don't want a thing." She drew a deep
breath and her eyes grew large. "Laura," she began again presently,
"Laura ... Landry Court was here last night, and--oh, I don't know,
he's so silly. But he said--well, he said this--well, I said that I
understood how he felt about certain things, about 'getting on,' and
being clean and fine and all that sort of thing you know; and then he
said, 'Oh, you don't know what it means to me to look into the eyes of
a woman who really understands.'"

"_Did_ he?" said Laura, lifting her eyebrows.

"Yes, and he seemed so fine and earnest. Laura, wh--" Page adjusted a
hairpin at the back of her head, and moved closer to Laura, her eyes on
the floor. "Laura--what do you suppose it did mean to him--don't you
think it was foolish of him to talk like that?"

"Not at all," Laura said, decisively. "If he said that he meant
it--meant that he cared a great deal for you."

"Oh, I didn't mean that!" shrieked Page. "But there's a great deal more
to Landry than I think we've suspected. He wants to be more than a mere
money-getting machine, he says, and he wants to cultivate his mind and
understand art and literature and that. And he wants me to help him,
and I said I would. So if you don't mind, he's coming up here certain
nights every week, and we're going to--I'm going to read to him. We're
going