"You young people read riddles into life. It is as simple as two plus two is four." "There you are--two plus two does not necessarily make four. It makes five or forty. It depends on the symbols. Nothing in the world is exact, or final. Everything is changeable, fluidic. That's the whole fabric of modern thought." The Professor's horrified glance was turned upon them. "Oh, dear, oh, dear, there you go, upsetting everything. You are a pair of maniacs, both of you. You ought to be shut away from people, with your wild ideas." He rushed out into his garden, sure of its calm, its mathematical exactness. He was really disturbed by the ultra-modern theories these ardent young iconoclasts forced him to consider. "Poor Father Professor," laughed Bambi, at his retreat. "Why do you let him stay back there in the Middle Ages?" "He's happier there. It's peaceful. Modern times distress him so when he remembers them." "I suppose you are not an average family, are you?" he asked. "I suppose not," she admitted. "You are irritating, but interesting." "I warn you to let father alone. He's too old to be hauled up-to-date. Just consider him an interesting survival and let him be." "I'll let him be. I'll put him in a play. He's good copy." "He'll never know himself, so it won't matter." They talked late about Jarvis's work, his methods of writing, the length of time it took him to conceive and work out a play. It all fascinated Bambi. She felt that a wonderful interest had come into her life. A new thing was to be created, each day, under her roof, near her. She was to have part in it, help in its shaping to perfection. She gloated over the days to come, and a warm rush of gratitude to Jarvis for bringing her this sense of his need of her made her burst out: "Oh, life is such fun!" He looked at her closely. "You are a queer little mite," said he. "The mite is mightier than the sword," she laughed, starting for the garden. "You go to bed, so you can get an early start on that play. I'll round up the Professor. He's forgotten to bring himself in." He obeyed without objection. He felt, all at once, like a ship at anchor after long years of floating aimlessly, but, manlike, he took his good fortune as his just right, and it never occurred to him to thank Bambi for his new sense of peace and well-being. IV The marriage of Jarvis and Bambi furnished the town with a ten days' topic of conversation, a fact to which they were perfectly indifferent. Then it was accepted, as any other wonder, such as a comet passing, or an airship disaster.