Everything here has been measured so many times.

Besides, haven't you got the elevated railway, and a statue of Liberty, and the 'Jeanne d'Arc,' and W.D.Howells! To say nothing of a whole string of poets--good gray poets that wear beards and laurels, and fanciful young ones that dance in garlands on the back pages of the _Century_.

Oh, I know them all, the dear things! And I'm quite sure their ideas are indigenous to the soil." Elfrida let her eyes tell her appreciation, and also the fact that she would take courage now, she was gaining confidence.

"I'm glad you like them," she said.

"Howells would do if he would stop writing about virtuous sewing-girls, and give us some real _romans psychologiques_.
But he is too much afraid of soiling his hands, that monsieur; his _betes humaines_ are always conventionalized, and generally come out at the end wearing the halo of the redeemed.