you'd say things to yourself? What would you say?"
"Say! Why, it isn't anything you say, Chet, it's what you know,—what you understand,—what you study out and make yours."
"Well, I know I'll be perfectly miserable and cross all the time you're away. That's where I stand,—and I don't have to study it out, either."
"And you want me to stay at home?"
"No, of course I don't want you to stay at home;—but you see there isn't any way around a thing like this, Science or no Science. In order for you to be happy, I've got to be miserable;—so there isn't any use in 'working' as you call it, so far as I can see."
"You don't have to see," said Bess. "When you come to look at it squarely, the only thing that you really want is harmony—to feel that things are going right and not jolting you, and it looks to yowas if there wasn't any way of having it so;—but there always is a way, and we have to know—"
"But there isn't a way in this case," I persisted; "not even if you stayed at home; for if
