"I'll warm it for you, Babe," Lydia said, rising as her mother began
to rise, and reaching for the boy's plate.

"Don't call me BABE!" he protested.

His older sister gave his rough head a good-natured pat as she
passed him.

"You're all the baby we have, Lenny--and he was an awfully sweet
baby, wasn't he, ma?" she said.

"Rodney Parker's going to be in the Bank; I bet he doesn't stay,"
Leonard resumed. "Could you get me into the Bank, Pa?"

"Dear me--I remember that boy as such a handsome baby, before you
were born, Martie," her mother said. "And to think he's been through
college!"

"I wish I could go to college, you bet!" observed Lenny. His father
shot him a glance.

"Your grandfather was a college graduate, my son, and as you know
only an accident cut short my own stay at my alma mater--hem!" he
said pompously. "I have no money to throw away; yet, when you have
decided upon a profession, you need only come to your father with a
frank, manly statement of your plans, and what can be done will be
done; you know that." He wiped his moustache carefully, and glanced
about, meeting the admiring gaze of wife and daughters.