“I think, dear,” said the mother, looking at her son, “Nora is right.” “Now, Mother,” exclaimed Larry, “I don't like to hear your foot come down just yet. I know that tone of finality, but listen--” “We have listened,” said Kathleen, “and we know we are right. I shall take the school, Mr. Farwell--” “Mr. Farwell, eh?--” exclaimed Nora significantly. “Mr. Farwell has promised me,” continued Kathleen, “indeed has offered me, the school. Nora and I can study together. I shall keep up my music. Nora will keep things going outside, mother will look after every thing as usual, Dad will help us outside and in. So that's settled.” “Settled!” cried her brother. “You are all terribly settling. It seems to me that you apparently forget--” Once more the mother interposed. “Larry, dear, Kathleen has put it very well. Your father and I have talked it over”--the young people glanced at each other and smiled at this ancient and well-worn phrase--“we have agreed that it is better that you should finish your college this winter. Of course we know you would suggest delay, but we are anxious that you should complete your course.” “But, Mother, listen--” began Larry. “Nonsense, Larry, 'children, obey your parents' is still valid,” said Nora. “What are you but a child after all, though with your teaching and your choral society conducting, and your nigger show business, and your preaching in the church, and your popularity, you are getting so uplifted that there's no holding you. Just make up your mind to do your duty, do you hear? Your duty. Give up this selfish determination to have your own way, this selfish pleasing of yourself.” Abruptly she paused, rushed at him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. “You darling old humbug,” she said with a very unsteady voice. “There, I will be blubbering in a minute. I am off for the timber lot. What do you say, Katty? It's cooler now. We'll go up the cool road. Are you coming?” “Yes; wait until I change.” “All right, I will saddle up. You coming, Larry?” “No, I'll catch up later.” “Now, Mother,” warned Nora, “I know his ways and wiles. Remember your duty to your children. You are also inclined to be horribly selfish. Be firm. Hurry up, Kate.” Left alone with his mother, Larry went deliberately to work with her. Well he knew the immovable quality of her resolution when once her mind was made up. Patiently, quietly, steadily, he argued with her, urging Nora's claims for a year at college. “She needs a change after her years of hard work.” Her education was incomplete; the ground work was sound enough, but she had come to the age when she must have those finishing touches that girls require to fit them for their place in life. “She is a splendid girl, but in some ways still a child needing discipline; in other ways mature, too mature. She ought to have her chance and ought to have it now.” One never knew what would happen in the case of girls.