twenty years at hull house

ashamed of my meager notion of patriotism, and I came out of the

room exhilarated with the consciousness that impersonal and international relations are actual tacts and not mere phrases. I was filled vvi th

pride that 1 knew a man who held converse with great minds and who

really sorrowed and rejoiced over happenings across the sea. I never

recall those early conversations with my father, nor a score ot others

like them, hut there comes into my mind a line from Mrs. Browning in

which a daughter describes her relations with her father: —

He wrapt me in his large

Man's doublet, careless did it tit or no.