sees--Paradise."

It was not flattery and they knew it. They were hospitable souls, and
in a week he had become, as it were, one of them.

Randy, returning to the subject in hand, asked, "Will you wear the blue
if I come up to-night, Becky?"

"I will not." Becky was making herself a chaplet of yellow leaves, and
her bronze hair caught the light. "I will not. I shall probably put
on my old white if I dress for dinner."

"Of course you'll dress," said Mrs. Beaufort; "there are certain things
which we must always demand of ourselves----"

Caroline Paine agreed. "That's what I tell Randy when he says he
doesn't want to finish his law course. His father was a lawyer and his
grandfather. He owes it to them to live up to their standards."

Randy was again flat on his back with his hands under his head. "If I
stay at the University, it means no money for either of us except what
you earn, Mother."

The war had taken its toll of Caroline Paine. Things had not been easy
since her son had left her. They would not be easy now. "I know," she
said, "but you wouldn't want your father to be ashamed of you."

Randy sat up. "It isn't that--but I ought to make some money----"

The word was a challenge to the Judge. "Don't run with the mob, my