"You've called the turn, and I'll go.

It may be many moons ere we two meet again--and when we do, the crime of cracking my own champagne--for I paid for it, you know--on my own automobile wheels may not seem the heinous thing it looks now.

See you later, dad." I walked out with my head high in the air and my spirits rather low, if the truth must be told.

Dad was generally kind and wise and generous, but he certainly did break out in unexpected places sometimes.

Going to the Bay State Ranch, just at that time, was not a cheerful prospect.