en touched
by the faith of this little Southern lady in his integrity.

"A man couldn't walk through here, with the statues of great men
confronting him, and the pictures of other great men looking down on
him, and the shades of those who have gone before him haunting the
shadows and whispering from the galleries, without feeling that he was
uplifted by their influence," she whispered to Mary, as from the
Member's Gallery she gazed down at the languid gentlemen who lounged in
their seats and listened with blank faces to one of their number who
was speaking against time.

Colin Quale, who lunched with them, was delighted with her.

"She is an example of what I've been trying to show you," he said to
Delilah. "She is so well bred that she absolutely lacks
self-consciousness, and she is so clear-minded that you can't muddy her
thoughts with scandals of this naughty world. She is a type worthy of
your study."

"Colin," Delilah questioned, with a funny little smile, "is this a
'back to grandma' movement that you are planning for me?"

The pale little man flickered his blond lashes, but his face was grave.

"No," he said, "but I want you to be abreast of the times. There's
going to be a reaction from this reign of the bizarre. We've gone long
enough to harems and odalisques for our styles and our manners and
presently we are going to see the blossoming of old-fashioned beauty."

"And do you think the old manners and morals will come?"

He shrugged. "Who knows? We can only hope."

It was to Colin that Cousin Patty spoke confidingly of her admiration
of Delilah. "She's beautiful," she said. "Mary says that you plan her
dresses. I never thought that a man could do such things until Roger
took such an interest."

"Men of to-day take an interest," Colin said. "Woman's dress is one
branch of art. It is worthy of a man's best powers because it adds to
the beauty of the world."

"That's the funny part of it," Cousin Patty ventured; "women are taking
up men's work, and men are taking up women's--it is all topsy turvy."

The little artist pondered. "Perhaps in the end they'll understand
each other better."

"Do you think they will?"

"Yes. The woman who does a man's work learns to know what fighting
means. The man who makes a study of feminine things begins to see back
of what has seemed mere frivolity and love of admiration a desire for
harmony and beauty, and self-expression. Some day women will come b