“‘WITH THEIR BACKS TO THE WINDS OF THE WORLD’”

[3] And yet I read in a belated answer from a broadminded fraternity woman: “The vows of these childish secret societies are regarded as just as binding as marriage-vows.”

[4] In Wellesley the societies are local, and in Smith they are not properly fraternities at all.

DAVY

BY LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY

DAVY, her knight, her dear, was dead:

Low in dust was the silken head.

“Isn’t there heaven,”

(She was but seven)

“Isn’t there” (sobbing) “for dogs?” she said.