"And how in—how did you know that?" he cried roughly, with blazing eyes.
Caroline shrank a little but faced him.
"Your pin," she said, pointing to his vest, "I saw it when you held your arm up."
The man sank back in his chair and fingered the little jeweled badge unconsciously.
"Well, of all the cute ones ... so you've seen this before?" he suggested.
"Of course I have—my brother has one, and my Uncle Joe and Uncle Lindsay and Cousin Lindsay and Cousin Joe."
"All went to Yale?" he inquired.
"Lindsay and Joe are there now—they're seniors," she informed him. "The General's going when he grows up. All the Holts go there. Grandfather Holt went."
"You don't say," said the man, bending forward in genuine interest, "I guess it's a pretty good college, eh?"
"The best of them all," she assured him.
"I'll tell you an awful funny thing," she went on abruptly, "you know all the Holts look alike. Well, when Uncle Lindsay first went to Yale,
