Upon the whole, "The Dominant Strain" is a novel of uncommon merit. It is full of refinement and charm, witty in the light toss of conversation, true in its criticisms, and charged with a thoroughly human interest. Its thesis is one of far-reaching importance, and the author has tactfully permitted it to speak for itself. The book has its message of value as well as its mission of recreation. -- New York Times
" she retorted.
"Another cup of tea, and two pieces of lemon, please," Sally demanded. "What is the particular appositeness of your remarks, Beatrix?"
"Mr. Arlt and Mrs. Stanley. Also the conservation of philanthropic energy."
Sally stirred her tea with a protesting clatter of the spoon.
"Beatrix, I am glad I didn't go to college. Your mind is appalling; your language is more so. May I ask whether you are going into slumming?"
"For the family credit, I must draw the line at the Salvation Army," Bobby adjured her. "A poke bonnet and a tambourine wouldn't be a proper fruitage for our family tree."
"What are you going to do, Beatrix?" Sally repeated. "It is something uncanny, I know. I felt it in the air, and that was the reason I stayed until everybody else had gone. I knew you wished to confess."
"But I didn't."
"Not even to ease your conscience?"
"My conscience is perfectly easy."
"But you said it was worse than slumming