They can't see the old Joe for the new." "You mean they think he's hopeless," Ethel scornfully put in.
"Oh, we'll make them open their eyes in time.

I drop in on them every now and then.

I had Crothers to the club last week, and let him hear some of the gossip about the emerging Joe Lanier." Often he talked of the early group of students over in Paris, of their ideas, ambitions, and their youthful views of life, which for all their gaiety had been so fervid and intense.

But to Ethel, because she herself was still young, their dreams seemed very wonderful.

Some she had hungrily read about long ago with the history "prof" at home.