You admit, I suppose, that the war has changed the whole position of women ?" "Yes--with reservations." "Don't state them!" said Helena hastily.

"That would be preaching.
Yes, or No ?" "Yes, then,--you tyrant!" "And that means--doesn't it--at the very least--that girls of my own age have done with all the old stupid chaperonage business--at least nearly all--that we are to choose our own friends, and make our own arrangements ?--doesn't it ?" she repeated peremptorily.
"I don't know.

My information is--that the mothers are stiffening." A laughing face looked up at her from the grass.
"Stiffening!" The tone was contemptuous.

"Well, that may be so--for babes of seventeen--like that one--" her gesture indicated a slight figure in white at the edge of the lawn--"who have never been out of the school-room--but--" "You think nineteen makes all the difference?
I doubt," said Geoffrey French coolly, as he sat up tailor-fashion, and surveyed her.

"Well, my view is that for the babes, as you call them, chaperonage is certainly reviving.