"That's sound business sense," he
agreed, gravely. "You intend to deliver the same goods that you sell. Let's
hear what you have to say."
"Well, if you get me there in time to say anything, I'm going to tell Mr.
Florins that father went to school a lot when he was young. He went through
high school and got all ready to go through college."
Edward Billings emphasized his verbs as if "going through" was solely a
physical exercise on the flying-wedge order; and Junius chuckled.
"Then I'll tell him that father stood almost at the head of his class in
high school, and he almost took a lot of honors."
"Well," assented Junius, "that 'almost' is a step farther than some of the
rest of us got."
"Yes," exulted the boy, "I guess Mr. Florins will say so, too. Then I'll
tell him that father taught a lot when he couldn't go through college."
"What next?" inquired Junius.
They were approaching Twelfth Street now, and the car was hardly moving in
the press of vehicles.
Edward Billings curled his bare toes under, and unconsciously pushed
forward with all his slender might. "Then I'll tell him that father used to
read a lot, law books and things, same as he does----"
"But see here!" interrupted Junius.
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