Where will you women draw the line ?" "Women are slaves to the prevailing mode," rejoined Carley.

"I don't imagine women who dress would ever draw a line, if fashion went on dictating." "But would they care so much--if they had to work--plenty of work--and children ?" inquired Glenn, wistfully.
"Glenn! Work and children for modern women?
Why, you are dreaming!" said Carley, with a laugh.
She saw him gaze thoughtfully into the glowing embers of the fire, and as she watched him her quick intuition grasped a subtle change in his mood.

It brought a sternness to his face.

She could hardly realize she was looking at the Glenn Kilbourne of old.
"Come close to the fire," he said, and pulled up a chair for her.

Then he threw more wood upon the red coals.