His posture had straightened. He looked much more like a real man.
They shook hands in friendly fashion, and Walter, taking the arm of the smiling blonde woman beside him, introduced her as his wife. She too had changed. The ex-burlesque queen was dressed modestly and had nearly all the refined appeal of any of the débutantes or students' sisters around her.
In answer to Harold's friendly inquiries, Walter divulged that he was selling bonds in New York and that his wife had a small rôle in a Theater Guild production.
"No more white lights for us," laughed Walter, and he looked at his wife proudly. "We've settled down into a respectable, hard-working married couple. It's all Ruth's fault. Dad had her all wrong, you see. When he shut down on the dough, she stuck out her chin and said we'd make good in spite of him. And we have. And he's come around too. He's invited us out to Sanford for Christmas. That'll be our second outing since our marriage. This is the first."
The Sanfordians parted, agreeing to look each other up at Christmas time. Harold was thoughtful as he walked down University Street and turned into Clark. What changes in Walter in just a couple of months! Well, for that matter, what changes himself!
