Walter laughed as he replied, “I thought better of you than that. What did you think I wore this suit for? To hoe potatoes?”
“One might suspect something of the kind,” said Mr. Borden smilingly. “It certainly couldn’t look worse if you had been hoeing potatoes.”
“That’s what I got in sliding to second,” explained Walter as he glanced at his discolored suit. “I’m awfully glad you came, pop,” he added affectionately. “I’ve got something to say to you.”
“How much?” asked his father in mock seriousness as he at once thrust his hand into his pocket.
“It isn’t money—at least, it isn’t money for me.”
“What then?”
“You know Dan Richards, don’t you?”
“Is he the boy that lives with his mother on the farm yonder?”
“Yes, sir. He’s one of the finest fellows I ever met.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”