hardly call her a typical American woman. Old French
emigre family. Probably better blood than the Coburgs
a few generations back. That priggish young fellow is
her son. Going to be an Episcopalian minister."

Mr. Perry surveyed his friend's friends good-humoredly.
"Brand new rugs and cushions," he said. "First voyage.
Heavens! I wish it were my first voyage, and that I had
their appetite for Europe."

"You might as well ask for your relish of the bread and
butter of your youth," said Watts.

The two men leaned lazily against the bulwark watching
the other passengers who were squabbling about trunks.

Mr. Perry suddenly stood upright as a group of women
passed.

"Do you know who that girl is?" he said eagerly. "The
one who looked back at us over her shoulder."

"No. They are only a lot of school-girls, personally
conducted. That is the teacher in front."
"Of course, I see that. But the short, dark one--surely
I know that woman."

The doctor looked after her. "She looks like a dog
turning into a human being," he said leisurely. "One
often sees such cases of arrested evolution. D'ye see?