"
Jane laughed, and gripped his hand. "Oh, boy," she said, "I believe
you are right. My whole ideas of life have been focussed on myself
and my own individual pains and losses. I will do as you say; and
God bless you for saying it.--Here comes Flower. Flower," she said,
as the doctor's wife trailed in, wearing a soft tea-gown, and
turning on the electric lights as she passed, "will this boy of ours
ever grow old? Here he is, seriously advising that a stout, middle-
aged woman should climb the Great Pyramid as a cure for depression,
and do it in record time!"
"Darling," said the doctor's wife, seating herself on the arm of his
chair, "whom have you been seeing who is stout, or depressed, or
middle-aged? If you mean Mrs. Parker Bangs, she is not middle-aged,
because she is an American, and no American is ever middle-aged. And
she is only depressed because, even after painting her lovely
niece's portrait, Garth Dalmain has failed to propose to her. And it
is no good advising her to climb the Great Pyramid, though she is
doing Egypt this winter, because I heard her say yesterday that she
should never think of going up the pyramids until the children of
Israel, or whoever the natives are who live around those parts, have
the sense to put an elevator right up the centre.
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