Mrs. Stanley

Mrs. Stanley is unlike any one I know; she is quite herself. In the first place, she is tall, much taller than American women grow as a rule, but she carries her inches well, and you would not suspect her height unless you stood by her. Her features are regular and are more etrikingin profile than in full face, and she has a quantity of dry brown hair that seems to be flying loosely about her head, though it ia held well together with unseen pins. Her house gowns are what we cali "aasthetic" for want of a better word. They, at least those that I saw, are made of soft clinging stuffs, and the collar, that lies flat about her neck, is made of the same material. She is a bright conversationist without trying to be, and a very enthusiasiic admirer of Mr. Stanley. Nothing apparently makes her happier than to be doing something for him. She told me with great glee the other day that he found that she could answer some of his letters as well as he could himself. About her own work she is very modest, and yet there is no artist in all England who better depicts the lifo of children than she