e sea air seemed to agree so well with the baby it
would be a pity to change until the weather became really too cool at
the shore to be comfortable.

William came back from his fishing trip in August, and resumed his old
habit of sleeping at the house and taking his meals at the club. To be
sure, for a week he went back and forth between the city and the beach
house; but it happened to be a time when Bertram, Jr., was cutting a
tooth, and this so wore upon William's sympathy--William still could not
help insisting it _might_ be a pin--that he concluded peace lay only in
flight. So he went back to the Strata.

Bertram had stayed at the cottage all summer, painting industriously.
Heretofore he had taken more of a vacation through the summer months,
but this year there seemed to be nothing for him to do but to paint. He
did not like to go away on a trip and leave Billy, and she declared she
could not take the baby nor leave him, and that she did not need any
trip, anyway.

"All right, then, we'll just stay at the beach, and have a fine vacation
together," he had answered her.

As Bertram saw it, however, he could detect very little "vacation"
to it. Billy had no time for anything but the baby. When she was not
actually engaged in caring for it, she was studying how to care for it.
Never had she been sweeter or dearer, and never had Bertram loved her
half so well. He was proud, too, of her devotion, and of her triumphant
success as a mother; but he did wish that sometimes, just once in a
while, she would remember she was a wife, and pay a little attention to
him, her husband.

Bertram was ashamed to own it, even to himself, but he was feeling just
a little abused that summer; and he knew that, in his heart, he was
actually getting jealous of his own son, in spite of his adoration of
the little fellow. He told himself defensively that it was not to be
expected that he should not want the love of his wife, the attentions of
his wife, and the companionship of his wife--a part of the time. It was
nothing more than natural that occasionally he should like to see her
show some interest in subjects not mentioned in Mothers' Guides and
Scientific Trainings of Infants; and he did not believe he could be
blamed for wanting his residence to be a home for himself as well as a
nursery for his offspring.

Even while he thus discontentedly argued with himself, however, Bertram
called himself a selfish brute just to think such thin