"I'm sorry I woke you. Youngsters need their sleep. We old fellows have done about all the dozing we need to do; and we are coming so close to our Long Sleep that God gives us extra wakefulness for the little time left; so we may see as much as possible of this glorious old world of His."
"I ran over from the office——"
"Oh, I know why you ran over, Fritzy. A word with Kathrien—yes?"
"No, sir, I try to forget everything but work during business hours. I came to look for you. I've a suggestion——"
"Yes?"
Grimm's face lighted with the rare smile that played over its harsh outlines like sunshine. Each proof of his nephew's interest in the work was as tonic to him.
"I came over," went on Frederik, by hard mental calisthenics creating an impromptu suggestion, "to propose that we insert a full-page cut of your new tulip in our midsummer floral almanac."
"H'—m!" muttered Grimm doubtfully. "I don't see why we——"
"Oh, sir, the public's expecting it."
"What makes you think so?"