There's only one qualification I can think of that the Colonel has for going to the Senate--he would wring tears out of the galleries when he made obituary speeches about the dead members.

When my brother Blackford was senator, it seemed to me he spent most of his time acting as pallbearer for the dead ones.

But what were we talking about, Sylvia?
Oh, yes.

I'm going to send those catalogues over to your room, and as you get time I want you to study out a scheme for a little school to teach what you call efficiency to girls that have to earn their living.

I don't mean school-teaching, but a whole lot of things women ought to be doing but ain't because they don't know how.