"Don't call me 'Ma,'" snapped the goaded Mrs. Berthelin. "And this is the girl?" She looked Mayme up and down. Mayme did the same by her and did it better. "I could give you a lorny-yette and beat you at the frozen-stare trick," said the irrepressible Mayme at the conclusion of the duel which ended in her favor. The Little Red Doctor gurgled. I saw the Bonnie Lassie's eyelids quiver, but her face was cold and impassive as she turned to the visitor. "Mrs. Berthelin," said she, "you have made some very damaging statements, before witnesses, about Miss McCartney's character. What proof have you?" "Why, he wants to _marry_ her!" almost yelled the mother. "She's trapped him." "That's another lie," said Mayme. "He told me himself that he was going to marry you." "Did he? Then he's wrong. I wouldn't marry him with a brass ring," asserted Mayme. "You wouldn't mar--You wouldn't _what_?" demanded the mother, outraged and incredulous. "You heard me. He knows it, too. I don't like the family--what I've seen of them," observed Mayme judicially. "Besides, he's yellow." David's shamed face emerged into view. "I'm not," he gulped. "She--she made me." "Captain!" said Mayme with a searing scorn in her voice. "Quartermaster's Department! Safety first! When half the little fifteen-per tape-snippers in the Emporium are breakin' their fourteen-inch necks volunteerin' early and often to get where the fightin' is." David Berthelin stood on his feet, and his pretty face wore an ugly expression. "Let me out of here," he growled. "David!" said his mother. "Where are you going?" "To enlist." "Davey!" It was a shriek. "You shan't." "I will." "I won't let you." "You can go to--" "Buddy!" Mayme's voice, magically softened, broke in. "Cut out the rough stuff. You better go home and think it over. Bein' a private is no pink-silk picnic." "I'd rather see a son of mine dead than a common soldier!" cried Mrs. Berthelin. The Bonnie Lassie, very white, rose. "You must leave this house," she said. "At once. Think yourself fortunate that I cannot bring myself to betray a guest. Otherwise I should report you to the authorities." Young David addressed Mayme in the words and tone of a misunderstood and aggrieved pet. "You think I'm no good. I'll show you, Mayme. Wait till I come back--if I ever do come back--and you'll be sorry." "Hero stuff," commented the Little Red Doctor. "It'll all have oozed out of his fingertips this time to-morrow." "Will you show me a place to enlist?" challenged the boy. "And," he added with a malicious grin, "will you enlist with me?" "Sure!" said the Little Red Doctor. "I'll show you. But they won't take me." He bestowed a bitter glance on his twisted foot. "Come along." They went off together, while Mrs. Berthelin scandalized Our Square by an exhibition of hysterics involving language not at all in accord with the rich respectability of her apparel and her limousine.