"But he was not exactly in our set, and you once said he was given to theories, was turned out of a place on account of the ideas he held, didn't you?" "He has seen the folly of those ideas," Sommers responded dryly. "He has become a bond broker, and has a neat little office in the building where White and Einstein had their trade." "Well," Mrs. Sommers insisted, "Laura never was what you might call serious." "She has taught him a good deal, though, I have no doubt." Mrs. Sommers looked puzzled. "As other excellent women have taught other men," the doctor added, with a laugh. "What shall we send them?" his wife asked, disregarding the flippancy of the remark. "A handsomely bound copy of the 'Report of the Commission to Examine into the Chicago Strike, June-July, 1894.'" As Louise failed to see the point, he remarked: "I think I hear your son talking about something more important. Shall we go upstairs to see him? I must be off in a few minutes." They watched the little child without speaking, while he cautiously manipulated his arms and interested himself in the puzzle of his own anatomy. "What tremendous faith!" Sommers exclaimed at last. "In what?" "In the good of it all--in life."