Marcia Van Meter's heart cried out to her to say again as she had said all through his little-boy days, "Dearest, Mother'll get her for you! Mother'll get her for you to-morrow!" But instead her gaze went down to the page she had been reading ... the last scene in "Ghosts," where Oswald Alving says: "_Mother, give me the sun! The sun!! The Sun!!!_" She shivered and shut the book with emphasis and threw it on a near-by chair. She spoke brightly, reassuringly. "I'm sure she's devoted to you, dear. You are the best of friends, and that's enough for the present, isn't it?" "No." "Dearest, you've said yourself that you realize you're too young for anything serious, yet. Why can't you wait contentedly, until----" "There's some one else. There's Jimsy." "Carter, I'm sure they're like brother and sister. They have been playmates all their lives. That sort of thing rarely merges into romance." "Doesn't it?" His voice was seeking, hungry. "Honestly?" "_Very_ rarely, dear, believe me!" She sped to comfort him. "Besides, her people, her mother, would never want anything of that sort ... the taint in his blood ... the reputation of his family.... Mrs. Lorimer says they've always been called the 'Wild Kings.' Of course Jimsy seems quite all right, so far, and I hope and pray he always may be--he's a dear boy and I'm very fond of him--but, as he grows older and is beset by more temptations----" The boy relaxed a little from his pale rigidity and sat down opposite his mother. He held out his hands to the fire and she saw that they were trembling. "Yes," he said, "I've thought of that. I've thought of that. Perhaps, when he gets to college--up at Stanford, away from Honor--I've thought of that!" He bent his head, staring into the fire. His mother did not see the expression on his face. "Besides, dear, Honor's going abroad next year, for her voice. She'll meet new people, form new ties----" "That doesn't cheer me up very much, Mother." "I mean," she hastened, "it will break up the life-long intimacy with Jimsy. And perhaps you and I can go over for the summer, and take her to Switzerland with us. Wouldn't that be jolly? You know, dear," she hesitated, delicately, "while we know that money isn't everything, you are going to have far more to offer a girl, some day, than poor Jimsy King." "And less," said Carter Van Meter. He found Honor a little constrained at their next meeting and he hurried to put her at her old time ease with him. He steered the talk on to the coming football game and Honor was herself. Los Angeles High School, champion of Southern California, was to meet Greenmount, the northern champion, and nothing else in the world mattered very much to her and to Jimsy. "It's so perfect, Carter, to have it come in Jimsy's last year,--to win the State Championship for L. A. just before he leaves." "Sure of winning?"