“And,” continued Billy, “I could go to see Aunt Mary this afternoon and tell her about it, and get my bank book——”
“Your what?” demanded Mr. Prescott.
“My bank book. You see Uncle John’s blue serge suit will be all right, but he’ll need a cap. Aunt Mary has to plan for things like that, so I want my bank book.”
“I’ve been thinking about motor clothes,” said Mr. Prescott. “I’ll look in that closet at the office. There are some extra things there. I can put some things of mine in the trunk. I wouldn’t bother, just now, to draw any money. Know anything about the size of his hat?”
“Yes,” answered Billy, “it’s only a size smaller than yours. You remember that I looked in yours one day.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Prescott, “I believe that looking at the size of hats is one of your fads.”
“My Uncle John,” said Billy, “isn’t so very tall, but he has quite a large head.”
Billy tried to say it offhand, but his pride showed, all the way through.
“Your Uncle John,” said Mr. Prescott, paying very close attention to the chop that he was eating, “is both an unusual man, and an unusually good-looking man.”
Perhaps there were two people at that table who could make offhand remarks!