"family faddist" in a short time. She had spent the first year after her graduation in a school of domestic science; the second at an agricultural college; the next six months in learning how to run a typewriter; and another half year at being taught how to take an automobile apart and put it together again. There were few activities open to women of the leisure class, that Constance hadn't sampled. Since the war she had given a trial to as many courses as were offered in First Aid, Dietetics, and Home Nursing; and the nature of her volunteer service was stamped by the same fluctuating tendency.
Her excuse to herself had been that her changing was but a search for the rare something, to remain constant to which would be a joy and delight. She had never found that something; and she never would now. And the reason she had never found it was to be discovered in the weakness of her own character, she told herself. She hadn't been willing to hack her way through the hard outside rock of any of her experiments, and so naturally hadn't come upon gold. Her peckings at the piano and violin were fair examples. Her decision midway in college to be satisfied with a B. L. instead of an A. B., which degree she had found would require a little
