know that everybody ought to be judged on his own ground. To size
up a race-horse, you don't take him into a drawing room. And it
wouldn't be quite fair, would it, for me to judge these drawing-
room dolls by what they could do out among real men and women?
You--for instance. How would you show up, if you had to face life
with no husband and no money and five small children, as my mother
did? Well, SHE won out."

Miss Severence was not attracted; but she was interested. She saw
beyond the ill-fitting frock-coat, and the absurd manner,
thoroughly ill at ease, trying to assume easy, nonchalant man-of-
the-world airs. "I'd never have thought of judging you except on
your own ground," said she, "if you hadn't invited the
comparison."

"You mean, by getting myself up in these clothes and coming here?"

"Yes."

"You're right, young lady," said Craig, clapping her on the arm,
and waving an energetic forefinger almost in her face. "And as
soon as I can decently get away, I'll go. I told Arkwright I had
no business to come here."

Miss Severance colored, drew her arm away, froze. She detested all
forms of familiarity; physical familiarity she abhorred. "You have
known Grant Arkwright long?" she said, icily.

"NOW, what have I done?" demanded Joshua.