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father can enjoy motoring and golf, or going into the city to attend art shows and theatrical

first nights. Irma had been taken to the museums as a child, but her memories of them were

vague. Now she would go with an expert of whom she was proud, and would put her mind on it

and try to learn what it was all about, so as not to have to sit with her mouth shut while he

and his intellectual friends voiced their ideas.

This pleasant time of year was chosen by Pierre Laval for a visit to Washington, but it wasn't

because of the climate. The Premier of France came because there were now only two entirely

solvent great nations in the world, and these two ought to understand and support each other.

Germany had got several billion dollars from America, but had to have more, and France didn't

want her to get them until she agreed to do what France demanded. The innkeeper's son was

received with cordiality; excellent dinners were prepared for him, and nobody brought up

against him his early Socialistic opinions. Robbie Budd reported that what Laval wanted was for

the President to do nothing; to which Robbie's flippant son replied: "That ought to suit

Herbert Hoover right down to the ground."

A few days later came the general elections in Britain. Ramsay MacDonald appealed to the

country for support, and with all the great newspapers assuring the voters that the nation had

barely escaped collapse, Ramsay's new National government polled slightly less than half the

vote and, under the peculiarities of the electoral system, carried slightly more than eight-

ninths of the constituencies. Rick wrote that Ramsay had set the Labor party back a matter of

twenty-one years.

Robbie Budd didn't worry about that, of course; he was certain that the rocks had been

passed and that a long stretch of clear water lay before the ship of state. Robbie's friend

Herbert had told him so, and who would know better than the Great Engineer? Surely not the

editors of Pink and Red weekly papers! But Lanny perversely went on reading these papers,

and presently was pointing out to his father that the British devaluation of the pound was

giving them a twenty per cent advantage over American manufacturers in every one of the

world's markets. Odd as it might seem, Robbie hadn't seen that; but he found it out by cable,

for the Budd plant had a big hardware contract canceled in Buenos Aires. One of Robbie's scouts

reported that the order had gone to Birmingham; and wasn't Robbie hopping!

II

Mr. and Mrs. Lanny Budd took passage on a German steamer to Marseille; a spick-and-span,

most elegant steamer, brand-new, as all German vessels had to be, since the old ones had been

confiscated under the treaty of Versailles. One of the unforeseen consequences of having

compelled the Germans to begin life all over again! Britain and France didn't like it that their

former foe and ever-present rival should have the two fanciest ocean liners, the blue-ribbon

holders of the transatlantic service; also the two most modern warships—they were called

pocket-battleships, because they weren't allowed to weigh more than ten thousand tons each,

but the Germans had shown that they could get pretty nearly everything into that limit.

This upstart nation was upstarting again, and outdistancing everybody else. The Germans

filled the air with outcries against persecutions and humiliations, but they had gone right

ahead borrowing money and putting it into new industrial plant, the most modern, most

efficient, so that they could undersell all competitors. You might not like Germans, but if you

wanted to cross the ocean, you liked a new and shiny boat with officers and stewards in new

uniforms, and the cleanest and best table-service. They were so polite, and at the same time so

determined; Lanny was interested in talking with them and speculating as to what made them

so admirable as individuals and so dangerous as a race.

Right now, of course, they were in trouble, like everybody else. They had the industrial plant,

but couldn't find customers; they had the steamships, but it was hard to get passengers! The

other peoples blamed fate or Providence, economic law, the capitalist system, the gold standard,

the war, the Reds—but Germans everywhere blamed but one thing, the Versailles Diktat and the

reparations it had imposed. Every German was firmly set in the conviction that the Allies

were deliberately keeping the Fatherland from getting on its feet again, and that all their

trouble was a direct consequence of this. Lanny would point out that now there was a

moratorium on all their debts, not only reparations but post-war borrowings, so it ought to be

possible for them to recover soon. But he never knew that argument to have the slightest effect;

there was a national persecution complex which operated subconsciously, as in an individual.

Since there were so few passengers, Lanny had a week in which to study the ship and those

who manned it. Knowing Germany so well, he had a passport to their hearts. He could tell the

officers that he had been a guest of General Graf Stubendorf; he could tell the stewards that

he had talked with Adolf Hitler; he could tell the crew that he was a brother-in-law of Hansi

Robin. The vessel was a miniature nation, with representatives of all the various groups in about

the right proportions. Some of the officers had formerly served in the German navy, and some

of those who tended the engines had rebelled against them and made the Socialist revolution.

In between were the middle classes—stewards, barbers, clerks, radio men, petty officers—all of

whom worked obsequiously for tips but would work harder for love if you whispered: "Heil

Hitler!"—even though you said it in jest.

Irma couldn't understand Lanny's being interested to talk to such people, and for so long a

time. He explained that it was a sociological inquiry; if Rick had been along he would have

written an article: "The Floating Fatherland." It was a question of the whole future of

Germany. How deeply was the propaganda of Dr. Joseph Goebbels taking effect? What were

the oilers thinking? What did the scullery men talk about before they dropped into their

bunks? There were dyed-in-the-wool Reds, of course, who followed the Moscow line and were

not to be swerved; but others had become convinced that Hitler was a genuine friend of the people

and would help them to get shorter hours and a living wage. Arguments were going on day and

night, an unceasing war of words all over the ship. Which way was the balance swinging?

Important also was what Capain Rundgasse said. As the physician has a bedside manner, so the

captain of a passenger liner has what might be called a steamer-chairside manner. He talked

with two wealthy and fashionable young Americans, saying that he could understand why they

were worried by the political aspect of his country; but really there was no need for concern.

Fundamentally all Germans were German, just as all Englishmen were English, and when it was a

question of the welfare and safety of the Fatherland all would become as one. That applied to the

deluded Socialists, and even to the Communists—all but a few criminal leaders. It applied to the

National Socialists especially. If Adolf Hitler were to become Chancellor tomorrow, he would

show himself a good German, just like any other, and all good Germans would support him

and obey the laws of their country.

III

Bienvenu seemed small and rather dowdy when one came to it from Shore Acres. But it was

home, and there were loving hearts here. Beauty had spent a quiet but contented summer, or

so she said. That most unlikely of marriages was turning out one of the best; she couldn't say

enough about the goodness and kindness of Parsifal Dingle—that is, not enough to satisfy

herself, although she easily satisfied her friends. She was trying her best to become spiritual-

minded, and also she had the devil of embonpoint to combat. She consoled herself with the

idea that when you were well padded, you didn't develop wrinldes. She was certainly a

blooming Beauty.

Madame Zyszynski had been two or three times to visit Zaharoff at Monte Carlo; then he had

gone north to the Chateau de Balin-court, and had written to ask if Beauty would do him the

great favor of letting Madame come for a while. She had spent the month of August there, and

had been well treated, and impressed by the grandeur of the place, but rather lonely, with those

strange Hindu servants to whom she couldn't talk. When she was leaving, the old gentleman

had presented her with a diamond solitaire ring which must have cost twenty or thirty

thousand francs. She was proud of it, but afraid to wear it and afraid it might be stolen, so she

had asked Beauty to put it away in her safe-deposit box.

Lanny took up the subject of child study again. He would have liked to find out if Baby

Frances would discover the art of the dance for herself; but this was not possible, because

Marceline was there, dancing all over the place, and nothing could keep her from taking a tiny

toddler by the hands and teaching her to caper and jump. Every day the baby grew stronger,

and before that winter was over there was a pair of dancers, and if the phonograph or the

piano wasn't handy, Marceline would sing little tunes and sometimes make up words about

Baby and herself.

Sophie and her husband would come over for bridge with Beauty and Irma; so Lanny was left

free to catch up on his reading or to run over to Cannes to his workers'-education project. The

workers hadn't had any vacation, but were right where he had left them. Intellectually they had

gained; nearly all could now make speeches, and as a rule they made them on the subject of

Socialism versus Communism. While they all hated Fascism, they didn't hate it enough to

make them willing to get together to oppose it. They were glad to hear Lanny tell about the

wonderland of New York; many had got it mixed up with Utopia, and were surprised to hear

that it was not being spared by the breakdown of capitalism. Bread- lines and apple-selling on

the streets of that city of plutocrats— sapristi!

IV

Another season on the Riviera: from the point of view of the hotelkeepers the worst since

the war, but for people who had money and liked quiet the pleasantest ever. The fortunate few

had the esplanade and the beaches to themselves; the sunshine was just as bright, the sea as

blue, and the flowers of the Cap as exquisite. Food was abundant and low in price, labor

plentiful and willing— in short, Providence had fixed everything up for you.

When Irma and Beauty Budd emerged from the hands of modistes and friseurs, all ready for

a party, they were very fancy showpieces; Lanny was proud to escort them and to see the

attention they attracted. He kept himself clad according to their standards, did the. honors as

he had been taught, and for a while was happy as a young man a la mode. His wife was deeply

impressed by Emily Chattersworth, that serene and gracious hostess, and was taking her as a

model. Irma would remark: "If we had a larger house, we could entertain as Emily does." She