Jim's mother threw up her hands. "That Greek shall never come inside this house again, Michael!"
Dennis nodded as he walked the floor. "I don't know what to do about the matter. As a lawyer, I'd say, drop it. As Jim's best friend, I feel like making trouble for Saradokis, though I know Jim will refuse to have anything to do with it."
Jim's mother looked thoughtfully at the sock she was darning. "Jim has the right to say what shall be done. It means a lot to him in regard to its effect on Pen. But I think Pen must be told the whole story."
Uncle Denny continued to pace the floor for some time, then he sighed: "You're right, as usual, Mary. I'll tell Pen meself, and forbid Sara the house, then we'll drop it. I'm glad for one thing. This gives the last blow to any hope Sara may have had of getting Jim into business with him. Jim will take that job with the United States Reclamation Service, I hope. Though how I'm to live without me boy, Mary, its hard for me to say."
Uncle Denny's Irish voice broke and Jim's mother suddenly rose and kissed his pink cheek.
"Michael," she said, "even if I hadn't grown so fond of you for your own sake, I would have to love you for your love for Jim."
A sudden smile lighted the Irishman's face and he gave the slender little woman a boyish hug.
"We are the most comfortable couple in the world, Mary!" he cried.
Uncle Denny told the story of the boys' trouble to Penelope the next morning. Pen flatly refused to believe it.