t was a painful revelation of the fact that her opinion on
such a question was not of the slightest importance. That he was now
master of the situation he evidently meant that she should see and
understand at once.

She refused to accept the humiliating position without a struggle and
made up her mind to try at once to mold his character. She would begin
by getting him to cut the slang from his conversation.

"You remember the promise you made me one day before we were married,
Jim?" she asked brightly.

"Which one? You know a fellow's not responsible for what he promises to
get his girl. All's fair in love and war, they say----"

"I'm going to hold you to this one, sir," she firmly declared.

"All right, little bright eyes," he responded cheerfully as he lit a
cigarette and sent the smoke curling above his red head.

She sat for a while in silence, studying the man before her. The task
was delicate and difficult. And she had thought it a mere pastime of
love! As her fiance, he had been wax in her hands. As her husband, he
was a lazy, headstrong, obstinate young animal grinning good-naturedly
at her futile protests. How long would he grin and bear her suggestions
with patience? The transition from this lazy grin to the growl of an
angry bulldog might be instantaneous.

She would move with the utmost caution--but she would move and at once.
It would be a test of character between them. She edged her chair close
to his, drew his head down in her lap and ran her fingers through his
thick, red hair.

"Still love me, Jim?" she smiled.

"Crazier over you every day--and you know it, too, you sly little puss,"
he answered dreamily.

"You WILL make good your promises?"

"Sure, I will--surest thing you know!"

"You see, Jim dear," she went on tenderly, "I want to be proud of
you----"

"Well, ain't you?"

"Of course I am, silly. I know you and understand you. But I want all
the world to respect you as I do." She paused and breathed deeply.
"They've got to do it, too, they've got to----"

"Sure, I'll knock their block off--if they don't!" he broke in.

She raised her finger reprovingly and shook her head.

"That's just the trouble: you can't do it with your fists. You can't
compel the respect of cultured men and women by physical force. We've
got to win with other weapons."

"All right, Kiddo--dope it out for me," he responded lazily. "Dope it
out----"

Her lips quivered with the painful recognition of the