"No, the resemblance goes much deeper. It has something to do with
youth and fragrance and the flowers that bloom in the spring."

"The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la," Eleanor returned
saucily, "have nothing to do with the case."

"She's learning that she has eyes, good Lord," David said to himself,
but aloud he remarked paternally, "I saw all your aunts yesterday.
Gertrude gave a tea party and invited a great many famous tea party
types, and ourselves."

"Was Aunt Beulah there?"

"I said all your aunts. Beulah was there, like the famous Queenie,
with her hair in a braid."

"Not really."

"Pretty nearly. She's gone in for dress reform now, you know, a kind
of middy blouse made out of a striped portiere with a kilted skirt of
the same material and a Scotch cap. She doesn't look so bad in it.
Your Aunt Beulah presents a peculiar phenomenon these days. She's
growing better-looking and behaving worse every day of her life."

"Behaving worse?"

"She's theory ridden and fad bitten. She'll come to a bad end if
something doesn't stop her."

"Do you mean--stop her working for suffrage? I'm a suffragist, Uncle
David."

"And quite right to remind me of it before I began slamming the cause.
No, I don't mean suffrage. I believe in suffrage myself. I mean the
way she's going after it. There are healthy ways of insisting on your
rights and unhealthy ways. Beulah's getting further and further off
key, that's all. Here we are at home, daughter. Your poor old
cooperative father welcomes you to the associated hearthstone."

"This front entrance looks more like my front entrance than any other
place does," Eleanor said. "Oh! I'm so glad to be here. George, how is
the baby?" she asked the black elevator man, who beamed delightedly
upon her.

"Gosh! I didn't know he had one," David chuckled. "It takes a
woman--"

Jimmie appeared in the evening, laden with violets and a five pound
box of the chocolates most in favor in the politest circles at the
moment. David whistled when he saw them.

"What's devouring you, papa?" Jimmie asked him. "Don't I always place
tributes at the feet of the offspring?"

"Mirror candy and street corner violets, yes," David said. "It's only
the labels that surprised me."

"She knows the difference, now," Jimmie answered, "what would you?"

The night before her return to school it was decreed that she should
go to bed early. She had spent two busy days of shopping and "seeing
the