its construction.

Beer taught her the mysteries of the toilette table, and once initiated
into this entrancing art, Warble let herself go in the matter of cosmetics
and make-ups, and could scarce wait for Beer's afternoon out, to dabble
about by herself.

Beer taught her how to wear jewelry, and directed what pieces she should
ask Petticoat for next.

Altogether, Warble was trying out things--but carefully, as a good
housewife tries out lard.

And she was not yet certain as to the results. Environment has to reckon,
now and then with heredity.

Warble, at soul, all for utility, economy, diligence and efficiency,
transplated to Butterfly Center, with its keynote of careless idleness,
waste motion and extravagance.

One must win out. Had she a Dempsey of a heredity against a Carpentier of
an environment? Or was it the other way round?

She planned to reform Butterfly Center, to do away with the street
statues, the useless patches of flowers; tear down and rebuild the
ridiculous classic architecture of many of the shops and substitute good
solid livable houses for the castles and chateaux, the barracks and
bungalows that adorned the residence section.

These reforms she meant to bring about shortly, but first, she must begin