"Dear me, I do get so tired of this talk of efficiency, and women's
work in the world!" she said. "I wish one might feel it was enough
to live along quietly, busy with dressmaking, or perhaps now and
then making a fancy dessert for guests, giving little teas and card
parties, and making calls. It--" a yearning admiration rang in her
voice, "it seems such a dignified, pleasant ideal to live up to!"
she said.

"Well, it looks as if we had seen the last of that particular type
of woman," her husband said cheerfully. "Or at least it looks as if
that woman would find her own level, deliberately separate herself
from her more ambitious sisters, who want to develop higher arts
than that of mere housekeeping."

"And how do YOU happen to know so much about it, Kane ?"

"I? Oh, it's in the air, I guess," the man admitted. "The whole idea
is changing. A man used to be ashamed of the idea of his wife
working. Now men tell you with pride that their wives paint or write
or bind books--Bates' wife makes loads of money designing toys, and
Mrs. Brewster is consulting physician on a hospital staff. Mary
Shotwell--she was a trained nurse--what was it she did?"

"She gave a series of talks on hygiene for rich people's children,"
his wife supplied. "And of course Florence Yeats makes candy, and
the Gerrish girls have opened a tea room in the old garage. But it
seems funny, just the same! It seems funny to me that so many women
find it worth while to hire servants, so that they can rush off to
make the money to pay the servants! It would seem so much more