the meeting of the Medical Association."

"You should have heard her tell it--but I'll do my best. Her eloquence
brought us to our feet. It was when she was in Paris--just after the
American forces arrived. She stopped at the curb one morning to buy
violets of an ancient dame. She found the old flower vendor
inattentive and, looking for the cause, she saw across the street a
young American trooper loitering at a corner. Suddenly the old woman
snatched up a bunch of lilies, ran across the street, thrust them into
the hands of the astonished soldier. 'Take them, American,' she said.
'Take the lilies of France and plant them in Berlin.'"

"Isn't that wonderful?" Jean breathed.

"Everything is wonderful to her," the Doctor told Derry, "she lives on
the heights."

"But the lilies of France, Daddy--! Can't you see our men and the
lilies of France?"

Derry saw them, indeed,--a glorious company--!

"Oh, if I were a man," Jean said, and stopped. She stole a timid
glance at him. The question that he had dreaded was in her eyes.

They fell into silence. Jean finished her parfait. Derry's was
untouched.

Then the music brought them again to their feet, and they danced. The
Doctor smoked alone. Back of him somebody murmured, "It is Derry