"Yes," agreed Stewart, laughing; "I should probably kick and bite and behave in a most undignified manner." The girl leaned closer. "Some of them did!" she murmured. Stewart laughed again and looked at her with fresh interest. It was something to find a woman who could preserve her sense of humor under such circumstances. "You have been doing the continent?" he asked. "Yes, seventeen of us; all from Philadelphia." "And you've had a good time, of course?" "We'd have had a better if we had brought a man along. I never realized before how valuable men are. Women aren't fitted by nature to wrestle with time-tables and cabbies and hotel-bills and headwaiters. This trip has taught me to respect men more than I have ever done." "Then it hasn't been wasted. But you say you're from Philadelphia. I know some people in Philadelphia--the Courtlandt Bryces are sort of cousins of mine." But the girl shook her head. "That sort of thing happens only in novels," she said. "But there is no reason I shouldn't tell you my name, if you want to know it. It is Millicent Field, and its possessor is very undistinguished--just a school-teacher--not at all in the same social circle as the Courtlandt Bryces." Stewart colored a little. "My name is Bradford Stewart," he said, "and I also am very undistinguished--just a surgeon on the staff at Johns Hopkins. Did you get to Vienna?" "No; that was too far for us." "There was a clinic there; I saw some wonderful things. These German surgeons certainly know their business." Miss Field made a little grimace. "Perhaps," she admitted. "But do you know the impression of Germany that I am taking home with me? It is that Germany is a country run solely in the interests of the male half of creation. Women are tolerated only because they are necessary in the scheme of things." Stewart laughed. "There was a book published a year or two ago," he said, "called 'Germany and the Germans.' Perhaps you read it?" "No." "I remember it for one remark. Its author says that Germany is the only country on earth where the men's hands are better kept than the women's." Miss Field clapped her hands in delight. "Delicious!" she cried. "Splendid! And it is true," she added, more seriously. "Did you see the women cleaning the streets in Munich?" "Yes." "And harvesting the grain, and spreading manure, and carrying great burdens--doing all the dirty work and the heavy work. What are the men doing, I should like to know?"