ub--that's what Uncle Jimmie calls us
because he says we are seven--went to the Art Museum to edjucate me in
art.

"Aunt Beulah wanted to take me to one room and keep me there until I
asked to come out. Uncle Jimmie wanted to show me the statures. Uncle
David said I ought to begin with the Ming period and work down to Art
Newvoo. Aunts Gertrude and Margaret wanted to take me to the room of
the great masters. While they were talking Uncle Peter and I went to
see a picture that made me cry. I asked him who she was. He said that
wasn't the important thing, that the important thing was that one man
had nailed his dream. He didn't doubt that lots of other painters had,
but this one meant the most to him. When I cried he said, 'You're all
right, Baby. You know.' Then he reached down and kissed me."

* * * * *

As the month progressed, it seemed to Beulah that she was making
distinct progress with the child. Since the evening when Peter had won
Eleanor's confidence and explained her mental processes, her task had
been illumined for her. She belonged to that class of women in whom
maternity arouses late. She had not the facile sympathy which accepts
a relationship without the endorsement of the understanding, and she
was too young to have much toleration for that which was not perfectly
clear to her.

She had started in with high courage to demonstrate the value of a
sociological experiment. She hoped later, though these hopes she had
so far kept to herself, to write, or at least to collaborate with some
worthy educator, on a book which would serve as an exact guide to
other philanthropically inclined groups who might wish to follow the
example of cooperative adoption; but the first day of actual contact
with her problem had chilled her. She had put nothing down in her
note-book. She had made no scientific progress. There seemed to be no
intellectual response in the child.

Peter had set all these things right for her. He had shown her the
child's uncompromising integrity of spirit. The keynote of Beulah's
nature was, as Jimmie said, that she "had to be shown." Peter pointed
out the fact to her that Eleanor's slogan also was, "No compromise."
As Eleanor became more familiar with her surroundings this spirit
became more and more evident.

"I could let down the hem of these dresses, Aunt Beulah," she said one
day, looking down at the long stretch of leg protruding from the chic
bl