"If she does, there'll be trouble with Deborah." Roger smoked for a moment in silence and then sagely nodded his head.
"That's so," he murmured thoughtfully.

"Yes, my boy, I guess you're right." Bruce lifted his mint julep: "God, but it's hot in here to-night.

How about taking a spin up the river ?" "Delighted," replied his father-in-law.
And a half hour later in Bruce's new car, which was the pride and joy of his life, they were far up the river.

On a long level stretch of road Bruce "let her out to show what she could do." And Roger with his heart in his mouth and his eye upon the speedometer, saw it creep to sixty-three.
"Almost as good as a horse," remarked Bruce, when the car had slowed a little.
"Almost," said Roger, "but not quite.

It's--well, it's dissipation." "And a horse ?" "Is life," was the grave reply.