s than twenty-five or thirty dollars, unless recipes are like
poetry. Peter said the other day that if a poet did not have some other
profession to support him, he would starve to death on all he was paid
for writing the most beautiful things that ever are written in all this
world. Peter says even an effort to write a poem is a beautiful thing."

"Well, maybe that used to be the truth," said Katy as she started toward
the door, "but I have been reading some things labeled 'poetry' in the
magazines of late, and if the holy father knows what they mean, he's
even bigger than ever I took him to be."

"Katy," said Linda, "we are dreadful back numbers. We are letting this
world progress and roll right on past us without a struggle. We haven't
either one been to a psychoanalyst to find out the color of our auras."

"Now God forbid," said Katy. "I ain't going to have one of them things
around me. The colors I'm wearin' satisfy me entoirely."

"And mine are going to satisfy me very shortly, now," laughed Linda,
"because tomorrow is my big day with Eileen. Next time we have a minute
together, old dear, I'll have started my bank account."

"Right ye are," said Katy, "jist exactly right. You're getting such
a great girl it's the proper thing ye should be suitably dressed, and
don't ye be too modest."

"The unfortunate thing about that, Katy, is that l intimated the other
day that I would be content with less than half, since she is older and
she should have her chance first."

"Now ain't that jist like ye?" said Katy. "I might have known ye would
be doing that very thing."

"After I have gone over the accounts," said Linda, "I'll know better
what to demand. Now fly to your cooking, Katy, and let me sit down at
this table and see if I can dig out a few dollars of honest coin; but
I'm going to have hard work to keep my eyes on the paper with that
fireplace before me. Isn't that red and blue lettering the prettiest
thing, Katy, and do you notice that tiny 'P. M.' cut down in the lower
left-hand corner nearly out of sight? That, Katy, stands for 'Peter
Morrison,' and one of these days Peter is going to be a large figure on
the landscape. The next Post he has an article in I'll buy for you."

"It never does," said Katy, "to be makin' up your mind in this world so
hard and fast that ye can't change it. In the days before John Gilman
got bewitched out of his senses I did think, barrin' your father, that
he was the finest man the