He felt that his son was now far removed from the sphere of Dave Cowan, yet the man might retain some influence over the boy that would be of benefit to all concerned.
"He's in town," said Sharon.

"He's a world romper, but he's here now.

I heard him to-day in the post office telling someone how many stars there are in the sky--or something like that." The following afternoon Dave Cowan, busy at the typesetting machine of the Newbern _Advance_, Daily and Weekly, was again begged to meet a few Whipples in the dingy little office of the First National.

The office was unchanged; it had kept through the years since Dave had last illumined its gloom an air of subdued, moneyed discretion.

Nor had the Whipples changed much.