It isn't pleasant; it isn't nice fiction and delightful romance; it isn't poetry or precept as it is popularly inculcated; it's the brutal truth about the average man....

And I'm going to find Stephanie.

Have you any objection ?" "Louis--I'm terribly disappointed in you--" "I'm disappointed, too.

Until you spoke to me so plainly a few minutes ago I never clearly understood that I couldn't marry Stephanie.

When I thought of it at all it seemed a vague and shadowy something, too far away to be really impending--threatening--like death--" [Illustration: "'Come on, Alice, if you're going to scrub before luncheon.'"] "Oh!" cried his sister in revolt.