"I guess because she knew me well enough to know I wouldn't forget it. My intention is to pay men in this office what they are worth. Just what you may be worth in your new position I don't know, but I'm going to advance you five hundred; and if you make good you'll be paid in proportion as you make good. That satisfactory?" "Absolutely." "Then we're off," concluded Farnsworth. Don met Sally at noon at the dairy lunch where they had gone so often. "Come on, little woman," he greeted her. "This place may be all right for the wife of a clerk, but now you're the wife of a bond salesman." "Don!" "On a five-hundred-dollar raise." "We'll stay right here," she said; "but I'm going to celebrate by having two chocolate eclairs." CHAPTER XXXV "HOME, JOHN" In December of the following year Frances came into her mother's room one afternoon, drawing on her gloves. "Your new gown is very pretty," her mother said. "Where are you calling?" "I have bridge at the Warrens' at four," she answered. "But I thought I might have time before that to drop in at Don's. He has telephoned me half a dozen times to call and see his baby, and I suppose he'll keep on until I go." "You really ought to go." Frances became petulant. "Oh, I know it, but--after all, a baby _isn't_ interesting." "They say it's a pretty baby. It's a boy, isn't it?" "I don't know. Why don't you come along with me?" "I'm not dressed, dear, but please to extend my congratulations." "Yes, mother." As John started to close the door of the limousine, Frances glanced at her watch. "I wish to call at Mr. Pendleton's, but I must be at the Warrens' at four promptly. How much time must I allow?" "A half hour, Miss." "Very well, John." Nora took her card, and came back with the request that she follow upstairs. "The baby's just waked up," Nora said. Frances was disappointed. If she had to see a baby, she preferred, on the whole, seeing it asleep. Mrs. Pendleton came to the nursery door with the baby in her arms--or rather a bundle presumably containing a baby. "It's good of you to come," she smiled. "I think he must have waked up just to see you." She spoke unaffectedly and with no trace of embarrassment, although when Nora presented the card she had for a second become confused. She had hoped that Don would be at home when this moment came. "You're sure it's convenient for me to stay?" questioned Frances uneasily. "Quite," answered Mrs. Pendleton. "I--I want you to see him when he's good-natured." She crossed the room to the window, and removed a layer of swaddling clothes very gently. And there, revealed, lay Don, Jr. His face was still rather red, and his nose pudgy; but when he opened his eyes Frances saw Don's eyes. It gave her a start. "He has his father's eyes," said the mother. "There's no doubt of that," exclaimed Frances. "And his nose--well, he hasn't much of any nose yet," she smiled. "He seems very small--all over."