r this, discussing the past and the future;
the past few months of the experiment from Eleanor's point of view,
and the future in relation to its failures and successes. Beulah was
to begin giving her lessons again and she was to take up music with a
visiting teacher on Peter's piano. (Eleanor had not known it was a
piano at first, as she had never seen a baby grand before. Peter did
not know what a triumph it was when she made herself put the question
to him.)

"If my Aunt Beulah could teach me as much as she does and make it as
interesting as Aunt Margaret does, I think I would make her feel very
proud of me," Eleanor said. "I get so nervous saving energy the way
Aunt Beulah says for me to that I forget all the lesson. Aunt Margaret
tells too many stories, I guess, but I like them."

"Your Aunt Margaret is a child of God," Peter said devoutly, "in spite
of her raw-boned, intellectual family."

"Uncle David says she's a daughter of the fairies."

"She's that, too. When Margaret's a year or two older you won't feel
the need of a mother."

"I don't now," said Eleanor; "only a father,--that I want you to be,
the way you promised."

"That's done," Peter said. Then he continued musingly, "You'll find
Gertrude--different. I can't quite imagine her presiding over your
moral welfare but I think she'll be good at it. She's a good deal of a
person, you know."

"Aunt Beulah's a good kind of person, too," Eleanor said; "she tries
hard. The only thing is that she keeps trying to make me express
myself, and I don't know what that means."

"Let me see if I can tell you," said Peter. "Self-expression is a part
of every man's duty. Inside we are all trying to be good and true and
fine--"

"Except the villains," Eleanor interposed. "People like Iago aren't
trying."

"Well, we'll make an exception of the villains; we're talking of
people like us, pretty good people with the right instincts. Well
then, if all the time we're trying to be good and true and fine, we
carry about a blank face that reflects nothing of what we are feeling
and thinking, the world is a little worse off, a little duller and
heavier place for what is going on inside of us."

"Well, how can we make it better off then?" Eleanor inquired
practically.

"By not thinking too much about it for one thing, except to remember
to smile, by trying to be just as much at home in it as possible, by
letting the kind of person we are trying to be show through on the