What will it be in fifty years at the end of the century? What will the offspring of these quivering, twitching, highly strung men and women be like? Quo vadis, Americane? Already there are antidotes or remedies for this growing evil sanatoria where the worn-out over-worked are compelled to seek refuge, asylums of repose for those who have long lost the art of enjoying it.

I know no other such little Americane!" "I think," said Jasper one evening after dinner, when all the children were assembled as usual in their favorite place on the big rug in front of the fire in the library, Prince in the middle of the group, his head on his paws, watching everything in infinite satisfaction, "that Polly's getting on in music as I never saw anyone do; and that's a fact!"