"I'm sorry I mentioned it. I am sure Pollock didn't understand it was--er--a secret or anything like that, Mrs. Strong." "It isn't a secret. I have talked it over with Miss Alix, and I have practically decided to remain with her. You may tell that to Mr. Pollock if you like." "She would miss you terribly," said he, allowing the sarcasm to pass over his head. "Your son and Miss Crown were boy and girl sweethearts, I hear,--oh, please don't be offended. Those things happen, you know,--and pass off like all of the children's diseases. Like the measles, or mumps or chicken pox. Every boy and girl has to go through that stage, you know. I remember being horribly in love with a girl in our block when I was fifteen,--and she with me. But, for the life of me, I can't remember her name now. I mean her married name," he explained, with his whimsical grin. "I don't believe Alix and David ever were in love with each other," said she stiffly. "They were wonderful friends,--playmates and all that,--but,"--here she flushed again, "you see, my boy was only the blacksmith's son. People may have told you that, Mr. Thane." "What has that to do with it?" he cried instantly. "Wasn't Miss Crown's father the son of a blacksmith?" He caught the passing flicker of appreciation in her eyes as she lifted her head. "True," she said quietly. "And a fine young man, they tell me,--those who knew him. His father was not like my David's father, however. He was a drunkard. He beat his wife, they say." "Abraham Lincoln was a rail splitter. James A. Garfield drove a canal boat. Does anybody think the worse of them for that? Your son, Mrs. Strong,--I am told by all who know him,--will be a great surgeon, a great man. You must not forget that people will speak of HIS son as the son of Dr. David Strong, the famous surgeon." Her face glowed with pleasure. Mother love and mother pride kindled in her dark eyes. He caught himself wondering if young David Strong was like this tall, grey-haired woman with the steady gaze and quiet smile. "I am sure David will succeed," she said warmly. "He always was a determined boy. Mr. Windom was very fond of him. He took a great interest in him." A self-conscious, apologetic smile succeeded the proud one. "I suppose you would call Alix and David boy and girl sweethearts. As you say, boys and girls just simply can't help having such ailments. It's like an epidemic. Even the strongest catch it and,--get over it without calling in the doctor." He grinned. "It is a most amiable disease. The only medicine necessary is soda water and ice cream, with a few pills in the shape of chocolate caramels or marshmallows, taken at all hours and in large doses." Mrs. Strong's eyes softened as she looked out of the window. A faraway, wistful expression lurked in them.