You run the insurance and I'll be the lease hound." "Say--" Tom's eyes brightened.

"I'll put a desk right alongside of mine--a little feller, just your size--and a nice lounge in the back room, where you can lay down when you're tired.

You been away so long it seems like I can't have you close enough." Another thought presented itself, and he manifested sudden excitement.

"I tell you! I'll get a new sign painted, too! 'Tom and Bob Parker.

Real Estate and Insurance.
Oil Prop'ties and Leases.' _Gosh!_ It's a _great_ idea, son!" His smile lingered, but a moment later there came into his eyes a half-regretful light.
Barbara read his thought almost before he was aware of it, and, rising, she laid her hand upon his shoulder.