XIX
The next Sunday morning found Keith more than usually restless. Half a dozen times in quick succession he appealed to the mother for suggestions as to what to do. Finally she turned to the father, who was preparing to go out:
"Can't you take him along, Carl? He has never seen the bank, and he really should get out a little."
For a little while the father said nothing. Then he spoke directly to Keith:
"Put on your coat and cap."
The boy who had been looking and listening with open mouth and a heart that hardly dared to beat, became wildly excited.
"Now, Keith," the father admonished, "you can't go unless you behave."
"Where's my coat, mother," asked Keith eagerly and unheedingly.
"Don't you know that yourself," growled the father. "You are a big boy already, and you should keep your own things in order."
"I have hung it up where he cannot reach it," the mother interceded. "I'll get it for him."