“Unfaithful to the high office of treasurer of the Baxter County Cemetery Association.” JHANSI [_Gasping, then beaming._] Why--why!--a _grave_ robber! Was he a _near_ relative? MRS. BYRD I must say, Miss Root, that we did not come here to have our family inquired into as far back as ancient history! MRS. ROOT No, Mrs. Byrd, I quite agree with you that it is not necessary to go too far back in any family. GRANDMOTHER Neither necessary nor desirable. BESSIE Those early days must have been very trying. PEYTON Jhansi! The fine print of your family is _thrilling_. Here is a man-- MRS. ROOT Peyton, stop reading from that tiresome and obsolete book. It is not hospitable. MRS. BYRD Turn to your own family history and read a little fine print in it! [_The other members of the PEYTON-ROOT family give each other startled, nervous glances._ PEYTON Why what a lovely idea. Uncle has marked it for us. [_After looking._] Fine print in our family? MRS. BYRD It’s there. BESSIE Genealogy is so confusing. I never could understand it. MRS. ROOT And I don’t see why one should _try_ to understand it. Live well in the present--that is sufficient. GRANDMOTHER It looks to me as if that book was not thoughtfully edited. I’m surprised it has sold. PEYTON [_Snatching book from JHANSI._] Jhansi! I don’t want to boast! I hope I shall not become a snob. You too have a family--and they had their impulsive moments--but what was the most _largely_ low-down thing a man of early days could do? [_PEYTONS and ROOTS draw together anxiously; the BYRDS wait complacently._] As uncle has pointed out, Jhansi, I am a descendant of Captain John Peyton. But when you have a remote ancestor, you also have his less remote descendants--a fact sometimes overlooked. Well, Stuart Peyton-- BESSIE Mother, I wonder if the turkey isn’t ready now? MRS. ROOT It’s time for it to be ready. [_She hurries out._ PEYTON Stuart Peyton--“convicted of selling whiskey and firearms to the Indians.” [_Assumes an overbearing attitude._ MRS. BYRD I guess the early days were trying, in more than one family. PEYTON [_Peering into the book._] And what is this? What is _this_? Stuart Peyton was the father of _Richard_ Peyton-- JHANSI Who founded this university! PEYTON [_In the voice of UNCLE GEORGE._] The university in which you are now acquiring your education. MRS. BYRD Oh, I have no doubt that inducing the Indians to massacre the whites was _profitable_. PEYTON A good sound basis for the family fortune. UNCLE GEORGE Young man, you go too far! PEYTON [_Holding book out to UNCLE GEORGE._] In thinking of these worthy men from whom I come? [_Turns to the wall on which hang portraits of John and Richard Peyton._] We don’t seem to have Stuart’s picture. Jhansi, I don’t know that we need to leave society. There seems little--crevices in these walls of respectability. JHANSI And whenever we feel a bit stifled we can always find air through our family trees!