Sometimes I can almost see him swelling up and then when he speaks and I'm waiting for an Irish roar, his voice is so quiet and pleasant that I feel queer.

I--I swear I do.

Damn it all, I'm liking him more every day." "So am I," said Garry honestly.

"But--" "But what ?" "I wish he'd be less turbulently happy." "Let him," said Sid sagely, "Darn few can." "A pendulum," reminded Garry, "swings both ways.

And he's an extremist.