It is such that Ibsen hints at in the _Master Builder_, when he makes Aline Solness attribute her perpetual black, her somber eyes and smileless lips, not to the death of her two little boys which has come about through the burning of her home, _that_ was a "dispensation of Providence" to which she "bows in submission," but to the destruction of the _things_ which were "mine"-- "All the old portraits were burnt upon the walls, and all the old silk dresses were burnt that had belonged to the family for generations and generations.

And all mother's and grandmother's lace--that was burnt, too, and only think, the jewels too." One of the most disastrous effects of this preocccupation with the things and the labors of the household is the killing of conversation.
There is perhaps no more general weakness in the average American family than glumness! The silent newspaper-reading father, the worried watchful mother, the surly boy, the fretful girl, these are characters typical in both town and country.

In one of Mrs.Daskam Bacon's lively tales, "Ardelia in Arcadia," the little heroine is transplanted from a lively, chattering, sweltering New York street to the maddening silence of an overworked farmer's table.

She stands it as long as she can, then cries out, "For Gawd's sake, _talk_!" One secret of the attraction for the young of the city over the country or small town is contact with those who talk.

They are conscious of the exercise of a freedom they have never known--the freedom to say what rises to the lips.