Then his wish of the morning—the wish of his heart asserted itself once more; and, as he turned to go into the house, he said, half in a whisper:
“I wisht she’d call me Billy.”
CHAPTER II
OLD IRON
“Days don’t always come out as we expect they will,” said Uncle John, as he and Billy started out together the next morning. “But it’s your birthday, just the same. Shut your eyes and hold out your hand.”
“Ready.”
Billy, opening his eyes, saw his uncle holding a jack-knife, which dangled from a chain.
“Just what I wanted,” exclaimed Billy, taking the knife.
“Thought it would be handy for an office boy,” said Uncle John, beaming with satisfaction.