"Yes, but the presiding officer can overrule you any time he wishes. In other words, I shall be practically your—your—"
"What?"
"Your guardian. But remember—if I start you on this life where you will be plunged at once into the vortex of all that is fascinating and attractive, you will perhaps find many admirers. No dragging Love along with Success if we should meet him on the way."
Martha clapped her hands gleefully.
"I shall be too busy cultivating Success to even recognize Love if I should meet him," she cried gaily.
"Good. Then it's down with Love?"
"Yes," responded Martha. "And up with Success."
"Then that's settled," responded Clayton, in a businesslike tone, looking at his watch. "And now I think we'd better get some dinner."