The Last Years in Stockholm 151 preparing in my mind since I was four years old." When they reached the woods, Ellen Key was in the midst of an interesting talk which held her friend's attention so that she did not notice that she was about to step on a flower. Ellen Key suddenly held her back, exclaiming: ''Don't you see the flower? It is also a life!" To be considerate of all lives, even that of a poor unnoticed little flower, is characteristic of her. I remember the many times she has refused to come to evening parties, especially during her years of teaching. The answer used to be "No, thank you. I can't be up at night for I must be up early, and prepare to fulfil my duties. A tired teacher is good for nothing." She was seldom seen at the theatres, and only music, especially symphony concerts, tempted her. During the thirty 3^ears she lived in Stockholm, she has hardly been seen more than ten times at public social gatherings, or cafe parties, so distasteful was this life to her. One of her simple habits was to travel third class, even on night jou-me^^s. The cigarette- smoking, which many consider unbecoming to women, she has never indulged in; her mother did not like to see women smoke ; she respected her mother's feeling. Of wine, she tastes only