Severely, 'It isn't what would _I_ like. But I daresay your mother would beam if you called me "dear father"' 'I don't think so?' 'You know quite well that you think so, Roger.' 'It's so effeminate.' 'Not if you say it casually.' With something very like a snort Roger asks, 'How does one say a thing like that casually?' 'Well, for instance, you could whistle while you said it--or anything of that sort.' 'Hum. Of course you--if we were to--be like that, you wouldn't do anything.' 'How do you mean?' 'You wouldn't paw me?' 'Roger,' with some natural indignation, 'you forget yourself.' But apparently it is for him to continue. 'That reminds me of a story I heard the other day of a French general. He had asked for volunteers from his airmen for some specially dangerous job--and they all stepped forward. Pretty good that. Then three were chosen and got their orders and saluted, and were starting off when he stopped them. "Since when," he said, "have brave boys departing to the post of danger omitted to embrace their father?" They did it then. Good story?' Roger lowers. 'They were French.' 'Yes, I said so. Don't you think it's good?' 'Why do you tell it to me?' 'Because it's a good story.' 'You are sure, father,' sternly, 'that there is no other reason?' Mr. Torrance tries to brazen it out, but he looks guilty. 'You know, father, that is barred.' Just because he knows that he has been playing it low, Mr. Torrance snaps angrily, 'What is barred?' 'You know,' says his monitor. Mr. Torrance shouts. 'I know that you are a young ass.' 'Really, father--' 'Hold your tongue.' Roger can shout also. 'I must say, father--' 'Be quiet, I tell you.' It is in the middle of this competition that the lady who dotes on them both chooses to come back, still without her spectacles. 'Oh dear! And I had hoped---Oh, John!' Mr. Torrance would like to kick himself. 'My fault,' he says with a groan. 'But whatever is the matter?' 'Nothing, mater.' The war is already making Roger quite smart. 'Only father wouldn't do as I told him.' Mr. Torrance cannot keep pace with his son's growth. He raps out, 'Why the dickens should I?' Roger is imperturbable; this will be useful in France. 'You see, mater, he said I was the head of the house.' 'You, Rogie!' She goes to her husband's side. 'What nonsense!' Roger grins. 'Do you like my joke, father?' The father smiles upon him and is at once uproariously happy. He digs his boy boldly in the ribs. 'Roger, you scoundrel!' 'That's better,' says Mrs. Torrance at a venture. Roger feels that things have perhaps gone far enough. 'I think I'll go to my room now. You will come up, mater?' 'Yes, dear. I shan't be five minutes, John.' 'More like half an hour.' She hesitates. 'There is nothing wrong, is there? I thought I noticed a--a----' 'A certain liveliness, my dear. No, we were only having a good talk.' 'What about, John?' wistfully. 'About the war,' Roger breaks in hurriedly.