HER LITTLE SISTER
to confess that neither golf, canoeing nor the dissection of frogs had coarsened the fairy stitches that Neal set in her namesake's little frocks. After all, what had she gained in the three or four years that Neal had wasted, from her sister's point of view, in what she had supposed at first to be an exclusively educational experience? Great social training? But since her marriage she had almost given up her old school friends and their amusements, and Cornelia had, in her various visits and her encounters with the many different types of a large college, seen more of the world than she. She had not kept up her music, while Neal had not only gained for herself a collegiate reputation as a writer, but had actually turned her year of college editorship to account and was practically engaged as assistant reader on one of the "nearly first-rate maga-
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