“X,” said Arlington Stringham, “has the soul of a meringue.”

It was a useful remark to have on hand, because it applied equally well to four prominent statesmen of the day, which quadrupled the opportunities for using it.

“Meringues haven’t got souls,” said Eleanor’s mother.

“It’s a mercy that they haven’t,” said Clovis; “they would be always losing them, and people like my aunt would get up missions to meringues, and say it was wonderful how much one could teach them and how much more one could learn from them.”

“What could you learn from a meringue?” asked Eleanor’s mother.

“My aunt has been known to learn humility from an ex-Viceroy,” said Clovis.

“I wish cook would learn to make curry, or have the sense to leave it alone,” said Arlington, suddenly and savagely.