"Al, I have a favor to ask of you. Will you grant it?"
"I promise in advance," was the prompt reply.
"Then congratulate me."
"On what?"
"I am going to be married."
"Married!" gasped the boy. "To whom?"
"To Mr. Wattles."
"You're joking."
"Indeed, I am not!"
"Why, he is forty years your senior."