There was a gentle dignity in his face when he took the boy's hand and said with a smile: "You are so big, Jack.

You have built a six foot, two inch man out of that small lad I knew in Albany, and well finished, too--great thighs, heavy shoulders, a mustache, a noble brow and shall I say the eye of Mars?
It's a wonder what time and meat and bread and potatoes and air can accomplish.

But perhaps industry and good reading have done some work on the job." Jack blushed and answered.

"It would be hard to fix the blame." Franklin put his hand on the young man's shoulder and said: "She is a lovely girl, Jack.

You have excellent good taste.