O-liver having married Fluffy Hair had found her also self-centered--not a lady like his mother, but fundamentally of the same type. Neither of them had made him feel that he might be more than he was. They had always shrunk him to their own somewhat small patterns. Jane's philosophy came to him therefore like a long-withheld stimulant. "You might be President of the United States." When Henry or Atwood or Tommy had said it to him he had laughed. When Jane said it he did not laugh. VI And so it came about that one day he rose and went to his father. And he said: "Dad, will you kill the fatted calf?" His father lived in a great Tudor house which gave the effect of age but was not old. It had a minstrels' gallery, a big hall and a little hall, mullioned windows and all the rest of it. It had been built because of a whim of his wife's. But O-liver's father in the ten years he had lived in it had learned to love it. But more than he loved the house he loved the hills that sloped away from it, the mountains that towered above it, the sea that lay at the foot of the cliff. "It is God's country," he would say with long-drawn breath. He had been born and bred in this golden West. All the passion he might have given to his alien wife and alien son was lavished on this land which was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. And now his son had ridden up to him over those low hills at the foot of the mountain and had said: "Father, I have sinned." O-liver had not put it scripturally. He had said: "I'm sorry, dad. You said I needn't come back until I admitted the husks and swine." There was a light on the fine face of the older man. "Oliver, I never hoped to hear you say it." His hand dropped lightly on the boy's shoulders. "My son which was dead is alive again?" "Yes, dad." "What brought you to life?" "A woman." The hand dropped. "Not--" "Not my wife. Put your hand back, dad. Another woman." He sat down beside his father on the terrace. The sea far below them was sapphire, the cliffs pink with moss--gorgeous color. Orange umbrellas dotted the distant beach. "Your mother is down there," Jason Lee said. "Sun baths and all that. You said there was another woman, Oliver." "Yes." Quite simply and honestly he told him about Sandwich Jane. "She's made me see things." "What things?" "Well, she thinks I've got it in me to get anywhere. She insists that if I'd put my heart into it I might be--President." One saw their likeness to each other in their twinkling eyes! "She says that men follow me; and they do. I've found that out since I went to Tinkersfield. She wants me to go into politics--there's a gang down there that rules the town--rotten crowd. It would be some fight if I did." His father was interested at once. "It was what I wanted--when I was young--politics--clean politics, with a chance at statesmanship. Yes, I wanted it. But your mother wanted--money."