come to study abroad
must pay duty on their own pictures when they take them back."

"Is that really so?" he asked.

"Yes, that is really so. And it is very unjust, for the musician and
surgeon and scientist can bring all the results of their study in duty
free."

"They have them within their heads."

"Yes; but they have them just the same."

"Everything costs a great deal with you, _n'est-ce pas_?"

"I should say it did. No one ought to blame us for telling what things
cost, because everything costs so much. A carriage is six to ten _marks_
an hour."

"_C'est assez cher!_" he said, laughing.

"_C'est un peu trop!_" she rejoined warmly. "But the well-to-do
certainly do revel in griddle-cakes and hot-water faucets, and when I
meet an American man in Europe I am forced to believe that they are the
only really worthy ambitions to be striven for."

"I could not live there, I think," he exclaimed.

"I'm afraid not," said she sadly. "You don't play golf or drink, and men
of leisure have almost no other careers open to them with us."

"I have my music."

"But you could never enjoy that there," she cried, shivering
involuntarily. "Every one talks during music, and some cough, and
gentlemen clear their throats--"

"And does no one hiss them?" he interrupted, wide-eyed.

"Hiss them? Never! The idea!"

He stopped and lit a cigarette.

"But one can travel?" he suggested.

"Yes, surely there is plenty of room for that," she said dryly; "but you
don't see many ruined castles or historic battlefields _en route_. And
the dust, _oh, la, la_! And the steam coils under your seat--and the
air--and the ventilation--and the nights--and the days."

"You would better stay here," he remarked.

"Oh, _I_ think so," she responded frankly; "it's so jolly getting your
gloves cleaned for two cents a pair; but if we don't change the subject
I shall cry."

He looked at her quickly.

"That is the University there," he told her, pointing to their left;
"shall we go there?"

"What for?"

"To look upon it."

"Why, I've seen it dozens of times."

He took his cigarette out of his mouth, examined it carefully, and
replaced it between his lips.

"But one washes here," he said presently.

"One--washes--" she stammered blankly; and then it flashed across her
that it was the bath-tub that was rankling in his soul, and she gasped,
adjusted herself, and answered:

"Of course one washes here. But in America it is all made so
c