That evening I heard my wife, who is very circumspect in all such matters of etiquette, say:
"Harold, did you thank Mr. Gaycrank for that lovely ride he gave you?"
Harold was reading but did not answer.
So she asked him again.
I knew he heard from the way he looked up, but was surprised that he made no reply.
"Harold!" she spoke sharply, now.
"Yes, ma," he replied.
"Did you thank Mr. Gaycrank for taking you riding? Why don't you answer me?"
"I did thank him, ma," whispered Harold, "but he told me not to mention it."