Just then Mrs. Armstrong entered.
Mr. Armstrong said, “Will you come here a second, Mother? I want to tell you something.” She came into the library. “Did you know that your son is a hero?” asked her husband.
“What did he do now?” she inquired calmly.
“Give your mother the newspaper, Ken.”
Mrs. Armstrong took the paper and glanced at the headlines and the pictures. She said calmly, “Nothing surprises me. What these boys can’t get into has not been invented yet. Come to dinner.”
They rose to comply. Mr. Armstrong put an arm around the boy’s shoulder and said, “You’re all right, son. But I do hope college will tame you and your friends a bit.”
They went into the dining room. When they were about half through the meal Ken was called to the telephone. It was Jack. “Hello, Ken.”
“Hello, Jack. What’s up?”
“Are you having trouble with your family about that affair?”
“No, not really. My father and mother took it very well.”