Many nights in the autumn Roger went down to the school, to try to get some clear idea of this vision of hers for children, which in a vague way he could feel was so much larger than his own, for he had seen its driving force in the grip it had upon her life.

At first he could make nothing of it at all; everywhere chaos met his eyes.
But he found something formless, huge, that made to him a strong appeal.
The big building fairly hummed at night with numberless activities.
Fathers, mothers and children came pouring in together and went skurrying off to their places.

They learned to speak English, to read and write; grown men and women scowled and toiled over their arithmetic.

They worked at trades in the various shops; they hammered and sawed and set up type; they cooked and sewed and gossiped.

"The Young Galician Socialist Girls" debated on the question: "Resolved that woman suffrage has worked in Colorado." "The Caruso Pleasure Club" gave a dance to "The Garibaldi Whirlwinds." An orchestra rehearsed like mad.