“I figgered so,” said Catty. “Now if you’ll send me to that patent lawyer.”
“You’ve got me interested, my boy. I don’t know but I’ll have to run down to see your father myself. Maybe we can work out some kind of an arrangement that will suit both of us. That table, for instance, I feel sure there is money in it.”
“I hope so,” says Catty. “Dad and me needs a lot of money to prove to folks that we’re respectable.”
“What do you mean by that, Son?”
Then Catty told the whole story, and I never saw anybody act more interested.
“Young man,” says Mr. Sommers, when Catty was through, “that’s one of the most remarkable things I ever heard. You just set out to make over your father—to turn him into a respected citizen instead of a tramp, eh?”
“That’s it?”
“And you’ve done all you say in just a few months?”
“Yes, sir. You ought to see Dad now.”
“I’m going to,” says Mr. Sommers. “You needn’t send those models to me, for I’m coming down to see them. Let me see, I can get down in two weeks. In the mean time, you start the proceedings to get a patent on this table. Got enough money?”