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since the Garden of Eden the workmen have gone out to fight each other for perfectly good reasonsā ā€”handed to them by their bosses. Now me, Iā€™m wise. Iā€™m so wise that I know I donā€™t know anything about the war.ā€

It was not a thought of the war that remained with her after Milesā€™s declamation but a perception that she and Vida and all of the good-intentioners who wanted to ā€œdo something for the common peopleā€ were insignificant, because the ā€œcommon peopleā€ were able to do things for themselves, and highly likely to, as soon as they learned the fact. The conception of millions of workmen like Miles taking control frightened her, and she scuttled rapidly away from the thought of a time when she might no longer retain the position of Lady Bountiful to the Bjornstams and Beas and Oscarinas whom she lovedā ā€”and patronized.

III

It was in June, two months after Americaā€™s entrance into the war, that the momentous event happenedā ā€”the visit of the great Percy Bresnahan, the millionaire president of the Velvet Motor Car Company of Boston, the one native son who was always to be mentioned to strangers.

For two weeks there were rumors. Sam Clark cried to Kennicott, ā€œSay, I hear Perce Bresnahan is coming! By golly itā€™ll be great to see the old scout, eh?ā€ Finally the Dauntless printed, on the front page with a No. 1 head, a letter from Bresnahan to Jackson Elder:

Dear Jack:

Well, Jack, I find I can make it. Iā€™m to go to Washington as a dollar a year man for the government, in the aviation motor section, and tell them how much I donā€™t know about carburetors. But before I start in being a hero I want to shoot out and catch me a big black bass and cuss out you and Sam Clark and Harry Haydock and Will Kennicott and the rest of you pirates. Iā€™ll land in G.P. on June 7, on No. 7 from Mpls. Shake a day-day. Tell Bert Tybee to save me a glass of beer.

Sincerely yours,

Perce.

All members of the social, financial, scientific, literary, and sporting sets were at No. 7 to meet Bresnahan; Mrs. Lyman Cass was beside Del Snafflin the barber, and Juanita Haydock almost cordial to Miss Villets the librarian. Carol saw Bresnahan laughing down at them from the train vestibuleā ā€”big, immaculate, overjawed, with the eye of an executive. In the voice of the professional Good Fellow he bellowed, ā€œHowdy, folks!ā€ As she was introduced to him (not he to her) Bresnahan looked into her eyes, and his handshake was warm, unhurried.

He declined the offers of motors; he walked off, his arm about the shoulder of Nat Hicks the sporting tailor, with the elegant Harry Haydock carrying one of his enormous pale leather bags, Del Snafflin the other, Jack Elder bearing an overcoat, and Julius Flickerbaugh the fishing-tackle. Carol noted that though Bresnahan wore spats and a stick, no small boy jeered. She decided, ā€œI must have Will get a double-breasted blue coat and a wing collar and a dotted bow-tie like his.ā€

That evening, when Kennicott was trimming the grass along the walk with sheep-shears, Bresnahan rolled up, alone. He was now in corduroy trousers, khaki shirt open at the throat, a white boating hat, and marvelous canvas-and-leather shoes. ā€œOn the job there, old Will! Say, my Lord, this is living, to come back and get into a regular man-sized pair of pants. They can talk all they want to about the city, but my idea of a good time is to loaf around and see you boys and catch a gamey bass!ā€

He hustled up the walk and blared at Carol, ā€œWhereā€™s that little fellow? I hear youā€™ve got one fine big he-boy that youā€™re holding out on me!ā€

ā€œHeā€™s gone to bed,ā€ rather briefly.

ā€œI know. And rules are rules, these days. Kids get routed through the shop like a motor. But look here, sister; Iā€™m one great hand at busting rules. Come on now, let Uncle Perce have a look at him. Please now, sister?ā€

He put his arm about her waist; it was a large, strong, sophisticated arm, and very agreeable; he grinned at her with a devastating knowingness, while Kennicott glowed inanely. She flushed; she was alarmed by the ease with which the big-city man invaded her guarded personality. She was glad, in retreat, to scamper ahead of the two men upstairs to the hall-room in which Hugh slept. All the way Kennicott muttered, ā€œWell, well, say, gee whittakers but itā€™s good to have you back, certainly is good to see you!ā€

Hugh lay on his stomach, making an earnest business of sleeping. He burrowed his eyes in the dwarf blue pillow to escape the electric light, then sat up abruptly, small and frail in his woolly nightdrawers, his floss of brown hair wild, the pillow clutched to his breast. He wailed. He stared at the stranger, in a manner of patient dismissal. He explained confidentially to Carol, ā€œDaddy wouldnā€™t let it be morning yet. What does the pillow say?ā€

Bresnahan dropped his arm caressingly on Carolā€™s shoulder; he pronounced, ā€œMy Lord, youā€™re a lucky girl to have a fine young husk like that. I figure Will knew what he was doing when he persuaded you to take a chance on an old bum like him! They tell me you come from St. Paul. Weā€™re going to get you to come to Boston some day.ā€ He leaned over the bed. ā€œYoung man, youā€™re the slickest sight Iā€™ve seen this side of Boston. With your permission, may we present you with a slight token of our regard and appreciation of your long service?ā€

He held out a red rubber Pierrot. Hugh remarked, ā€œGimme it,ā€ hid it under the bedclothes, and stared at Bresnahan as though he had never seen the man before.

For once Carol permitted herself the spiritual luxury of not asking ā€œWhy, Hugh dear, what do you say when someone gives you a present?ā€ The great man was apparently waiting. They stood

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