Claude Robichaux looked at the newspaper with a heavy heart as he rode the streetcar to the hospital. How could that big boy disgrace a fine, sweet woman like Irene? Already she was pale and tired from worrying about her son. Santa was right: that son of Irene's had to be treated before he brought any more disgrace to his wonderful mother. This time it was only twenty dollars. Next time it might be much more. Even with a nice pension and some properties, a person couldn't afford a stepson like that. But worst of all was the disgrace.