“Well, for Christ's sake, mean that and stick to it! Go on down to Juan and fix up the house and play the piano!” The youth couldn't keep from laughing. “That's the program!” He put his arm about his father — knowing him well, and realizing how ashamed of himself he would be for having lost his temper and roared at a man who wasn't worth it.
Lanny was beginning to feel gay. A great relief to be out of jail — and also not to have to take any worse scolding than this. “The treaty's signed, Robbie!” he exclaimed. “And we've a League of Nations to keep things in order!”
“Like heck we have!” replied the father.
“Pax nobiscum! E pluribus unum! God save the king! And now let's get this room in order!” Lanny took the suitcase which he had brought from the Préfecture, and put it on the bed and began sorting out the precious papers, like the good secretary he had learned to be. “Tomorrow night I leave for the Céte d'Azur, and lie on the sand and get sunburned and watch the world come to an end!”