"I'll drop in and see Burdon for a few minutes on my way out." "That's it," thought Mary, and her reflections again taking upon themselves that terrible frankness which can seldom be put in words, she added to herself, "Poor Wally....

I was always afraid of it...." She was still looking out of the window in troubled meditation when the arrival of the afternoon mail turned her thoughts into another track.

As Helen had said, the New Bethel experiment had become fashionable.

Taking it as their text, the women's clubs throughout the country were giving much of their time to a discussion of the changed industrial relations due to the war.

Increasingly often, visitors appeared at the factory, asking if they could see for themselves--well-known, even famous figures among them.