"Don't wonder you didn't want to
go to Bermuda, everything coming so fast your way. I crammed your science
into the story because it's good advertising. Don't really study at
Barnard now, do you? I wouldn't; would you, Kitty?"
Her white, mobile face gleaming with animation, Cadge declaimed upon one
of her thousand hobbies:--
"What's women's science good for but dribbling essays to women's clubs? If
some 'Chairwoman of Progress' were to grab off the Princess, does it take
science to give 'em 'Fresh Evidence that Woman was Evolved from a Higher
Order of Quadrumanous Ape than Man?' We all know what the clubs want, and
if they get it, they'd vote any one of us as bright a light as Haeckel.--
Pros., you saved any clippings for the Princess?"
Pros. gave me a quantity of articles about my beauty cut from out-of-town
and foreign papers. I believe I'll subscribe to a clippings bureau. I
hadn't thought of that.
I stayed and stayed; it was so pleasant in the eyrie; but when at last I
rose to go, Kitty sighed:--
"Why, you've only been here a minute, and in that gorgeous dress, you're
like a real Princess, not my chum.
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