criminal and educational statistics, systems, theories, that had to be examined, sifted, recorded in the diary with the pains, study, and reverence for facts that characterized every entry made in it.  Meanwhile, quite an intimacy had sprung up between the ladies of the Ketchum and Brown households, or rather the existing one soon embraced the Englishwomen.  Mrs. Sykes and Miss Noel were struck by a number of things in the latter establishment.

“Do you suppose that all American households are organized in this extraordinary, miscellaneous way, so as to include, besides the head of the house, his wife and children, all sorts of relatives, outsiders, and strangers?” said Mrs. Sykes to Miss Noel.  “Mrs. De Witt told me, quite as a matter of course, that the sister of her husband’s first wife lived with them, though she was away when we were there.  And look at the Ketchums and the Browns.  It is most remarkable.  Why do they do it, I wonder?  I must really ask about it, how it ever came about.  And on such an extraordinary basis, too!  Only fancy, that poor, thread-paper creature, Mr. Brown’s daughter, has married badly and come back to her father with a troop of children; and she married in opposition to his wishes, and she hasn’t a farthing of her own; and yet she seems to have no proper sense of her position whatever.  She does nothing to make herself useful and get her living, but sits up in her bedroom, rocking and sewing, all the day long.  She bids her father buy this and that for the children, just as though they were not actually beggars, dependent upon him for shelter and every mouthful.  She meddles in household matters to any extent, giving the servants orders, having fires made, and even the dinner-hour changed to suit her convenience; and one would think she was mistress there.  I wonder she dares do it.  Yet, so far from being sat upon or put in her place, I heard Mr. Brown tell Bijou the other day, when some little disagreement took place between them, that she must let her “poor sister” have everything to suit herself, and do her best to make her happy and contented and help her to forget all the trouble she had known, as far as possible.  Just as if spoiling her like that, and giving her false ideas of her importance, could be a good plan.  Not that it will last.  She is a pauper, and will be made to see that she is one, sooner or later.  She has nothing but what he gives her, I know, for I have asked her; but she would not tell me why she separated from her husband.  Americans are so absurdly secretive and sensitive!  Do you know, she was vexed by the inquiry?  A great mistake, as I told her, to get rid of him, unless he was a dangerous brute:  men are so useful, and ‘grass-widows,’ as they say here, are always looked down upon.  Did you ever know anything so idle as those Brown women?  The men here are very active and ‘go-ahead,’ as they call it, but the women seem to do one of two things,—­either they hold their hands altogether and are a thousand times more idle than any queen or duchess, or they work themselves to death, and are cooks, sempstresses, maids, housemaids, nurses, governesses, ladies, and a dozen other things rolled into one,—­poor things!  Thank heaven I am not an American lady.”