This was the same sort of thing Owen had referred to in regard to tobacco. I didn't like it. It gave me a creepy feeling, as of one slowly surmounted by a rising tide. "Are you--do you mean to tell me, Nellie, that you women are trying to make men over to suit yourselves?" "Yes. Why not? Didn't you make women to suit yourselves for several thousand years? You bred and trained us to suit your tastes; you liked us small, you liked us weak, you liked us timid, you liked us ignorant, you liked us pretty--what you called pretty--and you eliminated the kinds you did not like." "How, if you please?" "By the same process we use--by not marrying them. Then, you see, there aren't any more of that kind." "You are wrong, Nellie--you're absurdly wrong. Women were naturally that way; that is, womanly women were, and men preferred that kind, of course." "How do you know women were 'naturally' like that?--without special education and artificial selection, and all manner of restrictions and penalties? Where were any women ever allowed to grow up 'naturally' until now?" I maintained a sulky silence, looking down at the lovely green fields and forests beneath. "Have you exterminated dogs?" I asked. "Not yet. There are a good many real dogs left. But we don't make artificial ones any more." "I suppose you keep all the cats--being women." She laughed. "No; we keep very few. Cats kill birds, and we need the birds for our farms and gardens. They keep the insects down." "Do they keep the mice down, too?" "Owls and night-hawks do, as far as they can. But we attend to the mice ourselves. Concrete construction and the removal of the kitchen did that. We do not live in food warehouses now. There, look! We are coming to Westholm Park; that was one of the first." In all the beauty spread below me, the great park showed more beautiful, outlined by a thick belt of trees. We kept our vehicle gliding slowly above it while Nellie pointed things out. "It's about 300 acres," she said. "You can see the woodland and empty part--all that is left wild. That big patch there is pasturage--they keep their own sheep and cows. There are gardens and meadows. Up in the corner is the children's playground, bathing pool, and special buildings. Here is the playground for grown-ups--and their lake. This big spreading thing is the guest-house and general playhouse for the folks--ballroom, billiards, bowling, and so on. Behind it is the plant for the whole thing. The water tower you'll see to more advantage when we land. And all around you see the homes; each family has an acre or so." We dropped softly to the landing platform and came down to the pleasure ground beneath. In a little motor we ran about the place for awhile, that I might see the perfect roads, shaded with arching trees, the endless variety of arrangement, the miles of flowers, the fruit on every side. "You must have had a good landscape architect to plan this," I suggested. "We did--one of the best."