pointed to the double column story on the front page. What good is it going to do any one going to affairs like this? Good! It's bad for him!
Why, Henry, everybody was there. Dr. Sinclair and . . .
I suppose you call that old rake everybody!
The Atkinsons, Mrs. Townsend . . .
That old battle-face! Thinks she runs the town. Actually came to see me before the last election to ask me how I was going to vote.
Henry, let's not talk about last night any more. Please, try to see this thing my way for once. You know there are two sides to every question. Now, Gareth has set his heart on going to college, and I want to help him go. Every teacher he had in High School says he's the one boy in his class that ought to go. It's hard for me to give him up, harder, you know, than it is for you, but when his interest is at stake I'm not selfish . .
O, yes, I know! He's not my son. He's nothing to do with me! He's yours, all right. Henry Johns was working himself up into a magnificent rage. Well, we'll see. He turned suddenly to Gareth: Young man, you come down to my office this morning and go to work.
Father! Gareth and his mother both knew that if he worked in the office this summer he would work there all his life.
Henry, you don't mean it, Mrs. Johns expostulated.
