I won't be back until fall." "My son--" began Kenny wearily.

Then he smiled.

"Oh, go ahead, Garry, darlin'.

I'll not be mindin' a bit." And Garry curiously enough caught the tantalizing charm of her sweetness that had baffled many an older and wiser man.
Shadows had no part in the wonder of Kenny's winter, but an inclination to forget his quarrel with Brian and his flare of penance, violent and incomplete--for he had never reached the longed-for grail of his son's forgiveness--troubled him vaguely.

In spasmodic moments of remorse he read his notebook, tremendously buoyed up by an augmenting consciousness of evolution.