And your letter about the Beaux Arts festival was charming, Ruthie.
Those are his Beaux Arts pictures; extraordinary, aren't they?
"The afternoon almost tempts me to cut the Beaux Arts," said Paul.
"Let's try the Beaux Arts," she said; and they huddled together once more.
Very well, he said; as long as it isn't the Beaux Arts café.
One of the faades of this remarkable ...