From The Pictorial Review 1917 Mrs. Tuttle arrived breathless, bearing a large gilt parrot-cage. She swept up the gangway of the Fall of Rome and was enthusiastically received. There were, however, concealed titterings and suppressed whispers. "My sakes! She's went and brought that bird." "I won't believe it till I see it." "There he sets in his gold coop." In spite of wealth and "owning her own automobile," Mrs. Turtle's fetish was democratic popularity. She greeted one after another. "How do, , and Mister, too! Who's keeping store while you're away? "Miss Tinneray! Same as ever!" * * *