"THE DRACONIAN REFORMS" A few minutes later, and still wrathful, Joe went in to dinner.

He ate silently, though his father and mother and Bessie kept up a genial flow of conversation.

There she was, he communed savagely with his plate, crying one minute, and the next all smiles and laughter.

Now that was n't his way.

If _he_ had anything sufficiently important to cry about, rest assured he would n't get over it for days.