She sat for a while in silence, studying the man before her. The task was delicate and difficult. And she had thought it a mere pastime of love! As her fiance, he had been wax in her hands. As her husband, he was a lazy, headstrong, obstinate young animal grinning good-naturedly at her futile protests. How long would he grin and bear her suggestions with patience? The transition from this lazy grin to the growl of an angry bulldog might be instantaneous. She would move with the utmost caution--but she would move and at once. It would be a test of character between them. She edged her chair close to his, drew his head down in her lap and ran her fingers through his thick, red hair. “Still love me, Jim?” she smiled. “Crazier over you every day--and you know it, too, you sly little puss,” he answered dreamily. “You WILL make good your promises?” “Sure, I will--surest thing you know!” “You see, Jim dear,” she went on tenderly, “I want to be proud of you----” “Well, ain't you?” “Of course I am, silly. I know you and understand you. But I want all the world to respect you as I do.” She paused and breathed deeply. “They've got to do it, too, they've got to----” “Sure, I'll knock their block off--if they don't!” he broke in. She raised her finger reprovingly and shook her head. “That's just the trouble: you can't do it with your fists. You can't compel the respect of cultured men and women by physical force. We've got to win with other weapons.” “All right, Kiddo--dope it out for me,” he responded lazily. “Dope it out----” Her lips quivered with the painful recognition of the task before her. Yet when she spoke, her voice was low and sweet and its tones even. She gave no sign to the man whose heavy form rested in her arms. “Then from today we must begin to cut out every word of slang--it's a bargain?” “Sure, Mike--I promised!” “Cut `Sure Mike!'” She raised her finger severely. “All right, teacher,” he drawled. “What'll we put in Sure Mike's place? I've found him a handy man!” “Say `certainly.'” Jim grinned good-naturedly. “Aw hell, Kiddo--that sounds punk!” “And HELL, Jim, isn't a nice word----” “Gee, Kid, now look here--can't get along with out HELL--leave me that one just a little while.” She shook her head. “No.” “No?” “And PUNK is expressive, but not suited to parlor use.” “All right--t'ell with PUNK!” He turned and looked. “What's the matter now?” he asked. “Don't you realize what you've just said?” “What did I say?” She turned away to hide a tear. He threw his arms around her neck and drew her lips down to his. “Ah, don't worry, Kiddo--I'll do better next time. Honest to God, I will. That's enough for today. Just let's love now. T'ell with the rest.” She smiled in answer. “You promise to try honestly?” He raised his hand in solemn vow. “S'help me!”