cosmetics, and the tilt of hats--even Harriet admired her.

"Why not?" said Harriet sometimes to her sister, when she went to
visit Linda, and the subject of the beautiful Mrs. Carter was
under discussion. "She has a boy and a girl, her house runs
perfectly, her husband adores her--"

"Oh, he CAN'T adore her, Harriet!" Linda would protest. "No man
could adore that sort of--of shallowness, and selfishness, and
vanity--"

"Well, I assure you he does! I think that sort of thing keeps a
man admiring a woman," the younger sister would maintain, airily.
"He sees her looking like a picture all the time, he sees other
men crazy about her--"

"Too much money!" Linda usually summarized, disapprovingly. But
this was always fuel to Harriet's flame.

"Too much money? You CAN'T have too much money! I've seen both
sides-don't ever say that to me! There's nothing in this WORLD but
money, right down at the bottom. If you haven't any, you can't
live, and the more you have the more decently and prettily--yes,
and generously, too--you can live! Look at Madame Carter, she was
doing her own work when she was my age--not that she ever mentions
that, now! Can you tell me that she isn't a thousand times happier
now, with her maids and her car and her dresses? And money did it-
-and if you and Fred had two thousand, or twenty thousand, a
month, instead of two hundred, do you mean to tell me your lives
wouldn't be fuller, and richer, and happier? You shake your head,