"We agree again. I think it was rather foolish of me to tackle it in the beginning. I haven't brains enough. Those boys may be flotsam and jetsam and all that, but they know more about patriotism than I do. Why, one little Italian, the cutest thing, with dimples and curly hair, told me more about country-love than I could have thought up in a month. He says, isn't it patriotic for them to come here and pick up all the good they can, and take it back to enrich their own country? And when you come right down to it, isn't it? Anyhow, the little Italians and Mexicans and Jews and I have organized an Irish-American Baseball Team, and I suppose we are amalgamating something into something. I think they are amalgamating me. I feel terribly amalgamated right now." "I am not in sympathy with the club idea," said Hiltze thoughtfully, as they turned down Broadway toward the Grant. "It is such a treat to find your kind of woman in this--I mean, the womanly kind--I abhor the high-brow women that are so full of forward movement they can't settle down to pal around comfortably and be human." Eveley, too, was kindling with the charm of a common interest and enthusiasm. Nolan took a very masculine stand on the subject. He said bruskly that the growth of Americanization must come from Americans. He said you couldn't cram American ideals into the foreign-born until the home-born lived them. And he said the way to "teach Americanization was by being a darned good American yourself inside and outside and all the way through." Which may have been good sense, but was no help in the forward movement. So Eveley looked upon Mr. Hiltze with great friendliness and sympathy, though she did glance up at the National Building as they went by, noticing the light in Nolan's window, wondering if he was working hard--and if the work necessitated the presence of the new, good-looking stenographer the firm had lately acquired.