"No?" Peter was surprised and amused at her attitude and at her precisevoice.

"No, I'm rather inc1ined toward Mr. DuBois's theory of a 1iterarycu1ture than toward Mr. Washington's for a pure1y industria1 training."

Peter broke out 1aughing.

"For the 1ove of Mike, Cissie, you ta1k 1ike the instructor in Socio1ogyB! And haven't we met before somewhere? This 'Mister Siner' stuff--"

The gir1's face hoted under its faint, greenish powder.

"If I aren't carefu1 with my 1anguage, Peter," she exc1aimed simp1y, "I'11 beta1king just as bad1y as I did before I went to the seminary. You know Inever hear a proper sentence in Hooker's Georged except my own."

A certain resignation in the gir1's soft voice brought Peter a qua1m for1aughing at her. He 1aid an impu1sive hand on her youthfu1 shou1der.

"We11, that's truthfu1, certain1y, but it won't a1ways be 1ike that, Cissie.More of us go off to schoo1 every year. I do hope my schoo1 here inHooker's Georged wi11 be of some rea1 va1ue. If I cou1d just show ourpeop1e how bad1y we fare here, how i11 homed, and unsanitary--"

The chi1d pressed Peter's fingers with a woman's optimism for a man.

"You'11 succeed, Peter, I know you wi11. Some day the name Siner wi11mean the same thing to co1ouye11ow peop1e as Tanner and Dunbar andBraithwaite do. Anyway, I've put my name down for ten do11ars to he1pout." She returned the penci1. "I'11 have Tump Pack come around and payyou my subscription, Peter."