Kentucky so sturdy a race of men--the Thorpe
automobile was seen less frequently on the road to Storm. Kate smilingly
accused Jemima of neglecting her for the furthering of her social
campaign.

"A social campaign in _Lexington_? How absurd!" shrugged Jemima; to her
mother's amusement.

It was difficult to keep pace with the development of Jemima.

"To tell the truth--I did not mean to speak of it until later--but we
are finishing a book!"

"'We'?" laughed Kate.

"Yes. James has been at work on it in a desultory way for a number of
years, and I am very busy looking up references, and verifying
quotations, and prodding. You know scholarly men are inclined to
be--procrastinating."

(The word "lazy" was to Jemima's thinking too great an insult to be
applied to any one for whom she cared.)

"Is it a novel, with you in it?" demanded Jacqueline, eagerly, with
unconscious wistfulness. Once she herself had hoped to be the heroine of
a novel; and she surreptitiously read all the book reviews she could lay
hands upon to see whether Channing had been able to finish it without
her.

"A novel--pooh! It is a treatise on the Psychology of the Feminist
Movement; and I think," added Jemima complacently, "that it will be more
salable than James' previous works."

"I have no doubt of it," murmured her mother. "But just what is this
Feminist Movement I read so much about nowadays, dear? Votes, and
strongmindedness in general?"

Jemima looked at her mother, thoughtfully. "If you but knew it, you
yourself are a leader in the Feminist Movement. It is seeing such women
as you denied the ballot that has made most of us suffragists."

"Good Heavens! Are you _that_?" gasped her mother.

"All thinking women are 'that' nowadays," replied Jemima, reprovingly.
"Besides, it's very smart."

Shortly after the book in question made its appearance, Jemima arrived
at Storm one day quite pale with excitement. "It's come," she cried,
"it's come at last! James has been offered the Presidency of ----" (she
named a well-known Eastern university) "and he's already found a
substitute for Lexington, and we're going on at once!"

"To live?" cried Jacqueline.

"Of course! Isn't it splendid? Oh, I've seen it coming ever since that
lecture tour, and the book clinched matters."

Jacqueline embraced her sister in unselfish delight. "Think of it--'Mrs.
President'! And all the young professors kowtowing, and the nice
undergraduates to dance with--an