o realize the height to which he
has climbed--has climbed, so we, in Life's dusty pathway, cannot
estimate the distance we have traveled."

_Jack_ "Climbed--climbed." I don't like "climbed" there; wouldn't
"attained" be better?

_Maude_ Professor Grindem didn't say so.

_Jack_ "Attained" is a prettier word.

_Maude_ (earnestly). Do you think so?

_Miss R._ "Climbed" is better. It is a real traveler and real mountains,
hence "climbed." "Attained" sounds as if it were ideals, you know.

_Maude_ (sighing profoundly). Yes, I think so, too. Besides, it's too
late to change it now. I'd forget.

_Jack_ All right! "On with the dance." I'm no judge.

_Miss R._ Go on with the next paragraph.

_Maude_ The next isn't a paragraph.

_Miss R._ (very patiently and gently). Well, go on with the next.

_Maude_ "Among life's bright flowers, its rugged slopes, its pleasant
walleys--"

_Miss R._ Valleys.

_Maude_ "Its pleasant walleys, its--"

_Miss R._ Valleys.

_Maude_ (nervously). Let me start over.

_Miss R._ Well, only use deeper tones. (She sits down.)

_Maude_ (very slowly). "Among life's bright flowers, its rugged slopes,
its pleasant walleys--valleys, its dangerous pitfalls, we cannot
realize the magnitood of the common things about us."

_Miss R._ "Magnitude," not "tood."

_Maude_ "The magnitude of the common things about us."

_Miss R._ Touch "common things" more lightly; "of the common things
about us,"--"common things."

_Maude_ (takes a sprint). We cannot realize the magnitood--tude--of the
"common--" oh, dear, I can never say it!"

_Miss R._ Yes, you can. You are doing well,--remarkably well.

_Maude_ O Miss Rantum!

_Jack_ You are, honest Injun! It'll be dandy.

_Miss R._ Please read,--are you tired standing?

_Maude_ (dismally). No,--I got to get it.

_Miss R._ Please read that second paragraph--sentence--again.

_Maude_ (taking a brace). Among life's bright flowers, its rugged
slopes--

_Miss R._ R-r-r-rugged slopes.

_Maude_ Rugged slopes.

_Miss R._ No, r-r-rugged slopes. Trill your "r."

_Maude_ (flatly). I can't.

_Jack_ What's the use? I don't think she need. People only do that on
Decoration Day. "Br-rave, r-rugged heroes," you know.

(Enter Katherine.)

_Katherine_ Miss Maude, a letter from you--for you, I mean. (Hands one
in awestruck manner and escapes.)

_Jack_ That girl is scared to death at anything that looks like writing.
Did you see her?

_Miss R._ (leaning