to call "winsome," which is after all as good a word as most.

She parked the electric on the Lake Front and crossed the Boulevard. The
policeman on the crossing nodded to her and she smiled at him. Polly had
what her father called a "stand in" with the force. It was unnecessary,
for she was a good driver when her feelings were not agitated, but there
was something about policemen that appealed to her. They were so big and
pink and forceful that you felt rather important when they nodded to
you--a bit after the fashion of a man who is recognized by the head
waiter.

She was still smiling when she entered the building in which was located a
club to which she belonged. It was a serious-minded club of clever women,
and most people had been amused when Polly Street joined it. Nobody
expected serious-minded things of Polly, though here and there someone was
willing to admit that she was "clever enough in her way."

Finding the writing-room empty, Polly sat down to write a letter. Several
times in her career she had decided upon courses of procedure which had
seemed to her eminently practical, only to be talked out of them by her
family. This time she would take no such chances. She would write to Bob,
and Bob, being much like her, understood her--as well at any rate as any
brother understands a sister. Then she would go over to the bank and get
some money on her Liberty Bonds. Polly was as usual broke, Mr. Street
being a man who provided credit liberally for his family but who had
learned from experience that money was safer in his own hands.

A trip to the ticket office to make reservations and the thing would be
done. A vague remembrance that Mexico was a place which demanded passports
upon entrance came into her mind but was dismissed airily. Father would
attend to that. The fact that Mexico was a troublous region where an
American girl might meet with a good many disagreeable adventures was as
airily dismissed. All that anyone needed to go anywhere, according to
Polly's simple code, was common sense and money. The first she had, the
second she intended to get, so why worry?

As she sat at the writing-table a slightly martial air came over Polly.
Bob must be made to understand the situation. Because a man took it upon
himself to dwell in or on a coal mine, Polly was never quite sure of the
phrase, in the remote Southwest, he was not absolved from all family
duties. The fact that he had married the handsomest girl in A