"I think my boy is going to become an engineer of some sort; he's always playing about with machinery," Penton said to me....
"Suppose you let him take a trip with me to town, then? I'm going to look through the Best o' Wheat factory this afternoon, and watch how Best o' Wheat biscuits are made. Perhaps he'd like to see the machinery working!"
"Johnnie, I'll trust him with you, if you'll promise me not to meddle with his diet."
"Of course."
"I don't like people stuffing him full of candy and ice cream. I want to bring him up with a good digestion and sound teeth."
Daniel took my hand as we went through the factory from department to department. I enjoyed a paternal pride in the handsome, pale, preternaturally intelligent little fellow.
"Look at the young father!" exclaimed one girl softly to another, with a touch of pathos in her voice, intimating that perhaps I was a widower.
I blushed with pleasure to the tips of my ears, to be thought the father of so prepossessing a child.