For three years, the young attorney had been
taking his brief vacations at this country inn.
The last time he'd finally managed an affair with
the innkeeper's daughter. Looking forward to an
exciting few days, he dragged his suitcase up the
stairs of the inn, then stopped short. There sat
his lover with an infant on her lap!

"Helen, why didn't you write when you learned
you were pregnant?" he cried. "I would have
rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and
the baby would have my name!"

"Well," she said, "when my folks found out
about my condition, we sat up all night talkin'
and talkin' and decided it would be better to
have a bastard in the family than a lawyer."