McKim will work him into his practice,--he's getting old, you know,
and that means New York!"

"Oh, Ju,--really!"

"I don't see why not," Julie said, dimpling. "Harry's crazy to do it.
He says he doesn't propose to live and die in Weston. McKim could
throw any amount of hospital practice his way, to begin with. And you
know Harry'll have something,--and the house will rent. I'm crazy,"
said Julie, enthusiastically, "to take one of those lovely old
apartments on Washington Square, and meet a few nice people, you know,
and really make something of my life!"

"Mrs. Carr-Boldt and I will spin down for you every few days,"
Margaret said, falling readily in with the plan. "I'm glad you're not
going to simply get into a rut the way some of the other girls have,-
cooking and babies and nothing else!" she said.

"I think that's an awful mistake," Julie said placidly. "Starting in
right is so important. I don't want to be a mere drudge like Ethel or
Louise--they may like it. I don't! Of course, this isn't a matter to
talk of," she went on, coloring a little. "I'd never breathe this to
Mother! But it's perfectly absurd to pretend that girls don't discuss
these things. I've talked to Betty and Louise--we all talk about it,
you know. And Louise says they haven't had one free second since Buddy
came. She can't keep one maid, and she says the idea of two maids
eating their three meals a day, whether she's home or not, makes her
perfectly sick! Some one's got to be with him every single second,
even now, when he's four,--to see that he doesn't fall off something,
or put things in his mouth. And as Louise says--it means no more week