MERELY TWO POINTS OF VIEW Mary V wadded a soft cushion under the nape of her neck, looked again at Johnny sprawled in her dad's pet chair and smoking a cigarette after a very ample meal that had been served him half-way between dinner and supper, and stifled a sigh.

Johnny was alive and well and full of enthusiasm as ever.

He had just finished telling her all the wonderful things he could do and would do with his airplane, and the earnings he had hopefully mentioned ran into thousands of dollars, and left a nice marrying balance after her father's debt was paid.

Yet Mary V felt a heaviness in her heart, and though she listened to all the wonderful things Johnny meant to do, she could not feel that they were really possible.
Something else troubled Mary V, but just now, with Johnny there before her almost like one risen from the grave, she dreaded to recognize the thing that shadowed the back of her mind.

Johnny turned his head and looked at her, and she forced a smile that held so little joy that even Johnny was perturbed.
"What's the matter?
Don't you believe I can do it ?" he challenged her instantly.