'My dog is responsible for the reappearance of the bishop. I took him
with me that night, and he knew where to find it. Father is sure that
it's the head of old Zeb Delance.'

"'Let the Bishop rest where he is,' I suggested. 'Now that he has
converted you, he will probably let up. At least, let us hope that he
will not worry you. Of course he will remind you of past follies every
time you look at him, but that will do you no harm.'

"'Oh, I couldn't forget him! Father has been reading up on Zeb, and he
does nothing but talk about him. He has learned that the Indians
buried the head and burned the body of a victim.'

"'He symbolizes the change in your taste. Zeb was a man of action--a
worker. What do you propose to do now?'

"'Well, I have thought some of following Dan into agriculture.'

"'Don't,' was my answer. 'You're not the type for that kind of a job.
Dan was brought up to work with his hands. I fear that you would be a
Fifth Avenue farmer.'

"'Well, what would you say to a plant for the manufacture of
aeroplanes? I stopped at Dayton and looked into the matter, and
learned to fly. I have ordered a biplane, and it will be delivered in
the spring.'

"I vetoed that plan, and asked where he proposed to settle.

"'Right here--if possible,' said Harry.

"'Good! There's one thing about your family tree that I like, and you
ought to be proud of it. Your forebears, having been treated with
shameless oppression, came to these inhospitable shores in 1630. They
needn't have done it if they had been willing to knuckle down and say
they liked crow when they didn't. They wouldn't do that, so they left
the old sod and ventured forth in a little sailing-vessel on the
mighty deep. It required some courage to do that. They landed safely,
and for nearly three hundred years their descendants have lived and
worked and suffered all manner of hardships in New England. It's a
proper thing, Harry, that you should do your work where, mostly, they
did their work--in dear old Connecticut.'

"'And besides, it's the home of Marie,' he said.

"'And let us consider what there is to be done in the home of Marie,'
I went on. 'Here in the very town where so many of your fathers have
lived and worked we find a singular parade of folly. The idle rich
from a near city are closing in upon us. Many of the Yankees have
acquired property and ceased to work. Back in the distant hills they
toil not, but live from hand to mouth in a pitiful state