holding out both her hands. ``You're going to
succeed!''

Bertram caught the hands and kissed first one
then the other of their soft little palms.

``Of course I am,'' he agreed passionately,
leading her to the sofa, and seating himself at her
side.

``Yes, but you must really _feel_ it,'' she urged;
``feel the `_sure_' in yourself. You have to!--to
doing things. That's what I told Mary Jane yesterday,
when he was running on about what _he_
wanted to do--in his singing, you know.''

Bertram stiffened a little. A quick frown came
to his face.

``Mary Jane, indeed! Of all the absurd names
to give a full-grown, six-foot man! Billy, do, for
pity's sake, call him by his name--if he's got
one.''

Billy broke into a rippling laugh.

``I wish I could, dear,'' she sighed ingenuously.

``Honestly, it bothers me because I _can't_ think
of him as anything but `Mary Jane.' It seems