A QUICK TRIP to France took up part of the summer of 1910 for Maude: "to get my feathers," as she put it. For she was to play in Edmond Rostand Chantecler the next winter. She had first read the manuscript on a drab, wintry day in Chicago, but the sky had glowed for her. She knew she held in her hand the play that was to mean more to her than any of her others, because of Rostand's theme -- the importance of work-oddly as Rostand had clothed his belief, in the feathered figure of Chantecler.
She joined Mr. and Mrs. John W. Alexander in Europe.
"It was one day in Paris," she writes. "I said rather shamefacedly to Elizabeth Alexander: 'Will Mr. Alexander mind if I run off to the Louvre?'
"E. A. answered: 'We lived in Paris twelve years, and every morning John was sitting on the steps of the Louvre waiting for the doors to open.'
"We were going through the Louvre, all three. I had not been conscious of appalling lacks. I thought I knew a little about painting. As opportunities offered, I had gone to galleries and museums, as most people do, for the pleasure of it, and I had relied upon what appealed to me.
"At the end of that day in the Louvre, though I had been there many days in other years, I realized that something was the matter. I heard myself say, I know nothing about all this, and I must know at once. What am I to do?'
" Elizabeth Alexander laughed, delighted; but John Alexander became suddenly very serious. He said: 'Go with some-