"Oh, my dear, of course," said Aunt Hester; "of course, things are not quite as simple as I have been describing them. A woman has to use some sense about it these days. This clinging business has become more complicated with civilization. You may have erred in the details. Now, tell me what has happened, all that has happened." And Dolly, in a rush of words, told the lamentable story of her domestic woe, of her struggle with the wings of Charles-Norton. Aunt Hester was silent for a time; then she nodded her head affirmatively. "Yes, that's it, my dear," she said. "It is as I suspected. You have been clinging with your eyes shut. And in these perilous times it is necessary to cling with eyes open. You----" But Dolly had risen to her feet, vibrant. "Do you mean to say," she began, and her voice was very low and tense; "do you mean to say that I should be subjected to living with a man--with a man"--her voice rose--"with a man, Auntie, who has _Wings_?" "Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Aunt Hester, hastily, "you mistake me. Of _course_, I am not asking _that_ of you. But that is not necessary either. The essential--it is to let Charles-Norton _believe_ that he has his wings, not that he should have them. And then, my dear, to be frank, to be just, I must say that this seems to me a case for compromise. Yes, dear, you should allow Charles-Norton part of his wings; oh yes, you should really let him have a bit of these wings. And _that_ bit, Dolly, if you are the wise and capable little girl I think you can be, you should turn to the advantage, to the preservation, to the prosperity--hem--of the home!" Dolly sat down, weak and trembling. She was silent for a long time. When she spoke again, it was in a tired voice. "Auntie," she said, "you mean well. I know that you are trying to help me and am very thankful to you. But we have differing views of Life. I am willing to do much for Charles-Norton--Oh, so much! I am willing to meet him half-way, three-quarters of the way, the whole way, on ever so many things, and I have done so. But when it comes to a question, Auntie, of self-respect, of morality, of _Decency_, then, Auntie, never! On that, there can be no compromise. Charles-Norton cannot have wings." "Oh, very well," said Aunt Hester, plainly nettled; "very well, very well. Then, what are you going to do?" "Nothing," said Dolly, decidedly. "I will give him up," she said very firmly. "I will give him up," she repeated grandiloquently. "I will give him up," she said a third time--and broke out weeping. "That," said Aunt Hester, "is what is known as the _grand stunt_, and is rather popular these days. I've seen many try it, and mighty few achieve it. And you, Dolly"--she rose and stood with a hand upon the shaking shoulders beneath her--"and you, you little soft Dolly, why, you are about the last----" "I shall not lift a finger," interrupted Dolly. "If he, he, he does not love me, I, I shall, not stoop to hold him!"