The first time I was over there, I found him taking a turn at this thing.
There is a fascination about it, you know.
At first I joked him unmercifully about it, but wound up by offering to show him a few stunts in that line which proved how I had graduated as a past master in the art.
While we were chatting his little boy came along.
He seemed to be in tears about something.
"What's wrong, my son? I thought you had gone with your mother on an errand," said Harper.
"She sent me home to change my stockings," he blubbered.
"Why, what's the matter with them?"