finement in different ways. Don't you ever have any trouble with
your behavior, Aunt Gertrude?"

Gertrude laughed. The truth was that she was having considerable
trouble with her behavior since Jimmie's arrival two days before. She
had thought to spend her two months with Eleanor on Cape Cod helping
the child to relate her new environment to her old, while she had the
benefit of her native air and the freedom of a rural summer. She also
felt that one of their number ought to have a working knowledge of
Eleanor's early surroundings and habits. She had meant to put herself
and her own concerns entirely aside. If she had a thought for any one
but Eleanor she meant it to be for the two old people whose guest she
had constituted herself. She explained all this to Jimmie a day or two
before her departure, and to her surprise he had suggested that he
spend his own two vacation weeks watching the progress of her
experiment. Before she was quite sure of the wisdom of allowing him to
do so she had given him permission to come. Jimmie was part of her
trouble. Her craving for isolation and undiscovered country; her
eagerness to escape with her charge to some spot where she would not
be subjected to any sort of familiar surveillance, were all a part of
an instinct to segregate herself long enough to work out the problem
of Jimmie and decide what to do about it. This she realized as soon as
he arrived on the spot. She realized further that she had made
practically no progress in the matter, for this curly headed young
man, bearing no relation to anything that Gertrude had decided a young
man should be, was rapidly becoming a serious menace to her peace of
mind, and her ideal of a future lived for art alone. She had
definitely begun to realize this on the night when Jimmie, in his
exuberance at securing his new job, had seized her about the waist and
kissed her on the lips. She had thought a good deal about that kiss,
which came dangerously near being her first one. She was too clever,
too cool and aloof, to have had many tentative love-affairs. Later, as
she softened and warmed and gathered grace with the years she was
likely to seem more alluring and approachable to the gregarious male.
Now she answered her small interlocutor truthfully.

"Yes, Eleanor, I do have a whole lot of trouble with my behavior. I'm
having trouble with it today, and this evening," she glanced up at the
moon, which was seemingly throwing out conscious waves