“And, by the way, here’s a letter I found under the door and forgot to give you before dinner. Of course, I’m not jealous--but I have a natural curiosity to learn what Kansas City man dares write my wife.” Mrs. Larry reached for the letter, worry vanishing before the sunny smile. “Jimmy Graves! Give it to me instanter!” Mr. Larry retained his grip on the letter and looked at her accusingly. “Now, little woman, don’t you try to understudy destiny. It’s ticklish business to patch up a quarrel between sweethearts. Better let them work out their own salvation.” Mrs. Larry possessed herself of the envelope, patted the hand that relinquished it, and replied: “Did you ever think, honey, how many young couples, blinded by anger, self-pity or pride, can not see the road which leads to the salvation of their happiness? Well, I just painted a sign-board, not another thing, Larry, so let’s see whether Jimmy read it aright.” “Dear Mrs. Larry,” ran the letter--“It certainly was good of you to write me so kindly after I rushed out of town without so much as telephoning, but, manlike, I left a lot of things till the very last minute. And it was jolly to hear of the adventure in thrift which you and Claire are sharing. You know the sort of girl she is, too modest to let even the man who loves her know how thorough and earnest she is. She hasn’t written me a word about it, and perhaps she won’t, so if you have time to drop me an occasional line about your jaunts, I sure would enjoy it. And when you’ve done all the stunts, perhaps I might come on and blow you both to a dinner, reward of virtue and all that sort of thing. That is, if you think it wise for me to come. “My regards to old Larry and chuck both the kiddies under the chin for their adopted Uncle Jimmy. “P. S.--Don’t let Claire overdo the thing. Remember I am trusting you with the biggest thing in my life.” Mrs. Larry raised shining eyes to her husband’s face. “Oh, my dear, can you read between the lines? He doesn’t admit that anything has happened between them--man creature that he is--but he is starving for a word of her.” “Well, why don’t you tell her?” “Honey, she’d never speak to me again. No--I shall just write an occasional sign-board for Jimmy. Claire doesn’t deserve one.” “Don’t be so hard on Claire, dear. Remember, she didn’t have your advantages--a sane home life--a fine wholesome mother who believed in marriage for love--” “To say nothing of a man worth waiting and working for--” interrupted Mrs. Larry. “Outside the question, madam. Claire has been raised in the atmosphere of personal luxury and in the belief that there is nothing worse than having to do for herself and for others. If she wasn’t vastly different from her pleasure-loving mother, Jimmy Graves never would have had a chance with her. It would have been a millionaire or nothing for her.”