Here again unwillingly I have to admit the fertility of the feminine imagination. Truly the vanity of man could only create gods or automatons in his own image. It may be debatable whether two legs are not sufficient, but certainly any knowledge of the marvels of the insect world should have convinced us of the utter inadequacy of two hands. Not only were the machinots supplied with numerous antennae, but instead of the restricted human orbit of vision they were supplied with the myriad faceted eyes of the bee, which communicated to their intricate mechanism what we lack--a complete vision. While I was watching, one of the machinots in crossing the lawn evidently ran down, for it came to a complete stop, sending out a radio call to the head mechanic. Another machinot operating a lawnmower arrived within ten feet of the obstruction, stopped, turned out and as deliberately readjusted itself to its appointed path! Other automatons were spraying the orchards, and running cultivators through the flower gardens. What cultivation of the soil was done was evidently only of an ornamental nature. Vegetables and cereals for the table were raised elsewhere, for no home cooking was necessary, with their thermostatic devices and their central cooking stations. The servants’ quarters (all were women, including the gardener and the mechanic) were behind a thicket about a quarter of a mile from the house and constructed on a curious principle. At first glance it resembled a circus tent and on closer inspection I found the analogy more striking. The entire house was suspended by cables from a central pole or tower, about twenty feet in diameter, which beside an elevator, contained heating, lighting and air circulating equipments. The ground floor was given over to a garage for the aeromats. On the second floor were three large bedrooms and a bath, a laboratory and a large living room or theatre. Above was a sheltered open roof banked with flowers, very pleasant and comfortable. The curious thing about these houses, which I found, later, were manufactured in a standardized form, was that they were designed to be lifted from their sockets and transported by aeroplanes to any distance and again set up with only the necessity of providing an emplacement, thus obviating the necessity of separate summer and winter homes. I was in the midst of these investigations when Mag informed me that I was wanted on the radio. The way she conveyed the message with a sort of sly impertinence, convinced me that it could not be Acquilla. I returned to the house greatly intrigued. Who could it be? A reporter seeking an interview? An offer for a vaudeville engagement? A moving picture contract? Or simply an invitation from the Sons of some Native State to be the speaker of honor at their annual banquet. “How ridiculous,” I thought suddenly. “All such things are vanished with the age of publicity. Or have they?”