There's something terribly wrong with us women, and it's not what Morrison hinted." "Carley, the only thing wrong with you is that you jilted poor Glenn--and are breaking your heart over him still." "Don't--don't!" cried Carley, shrinking.

"God knows that is true.

But there's more wrong with me than a blighted love affair." "Yes, you mean the modern feminine unrest ?" "Eleanor, I positively hate that phrase 'modern feminine unrest!' It smacks of ultra--ultra--Oh! I don't know what.

That phrase ought to be translated by a Western acquaintance of mine--one Haze Ruff.

I'd not like to hurt your sensitive feelings with what he'd say.