"I can see that you are a busy lad," sympathized Mr. Bullfinch.
"I probably won't be over here so often after Monday," said Jerry, after replacing the tobacco pouch in the grandfather clock.
"That so? We shall miss having you run in every day or so. Hope you won't be too much of a stranger."
Mr. Bullfinch did not ask why Jerry's visits would be less frequent after Monday. That was one of the nice things about Mr. Bullfinch, his showing no curiosity about Jerry's affairs. Jerry was so grateful to him for not asking embarrassing questions that he found it hard not to break down and tell him all about the charge account. But that was a temptation Jerry had already successfully resisted several times and he now did again.
"After I get the candy Monday I'll give him some and tell him all about it," Jerry vowed.
Jerry was pleased to find his father finishing mowing the lawn.
"At the rate you were going I thought you might not get it done before dark," his father greeted him.
That was the way parents were. Instead of being grateful for what you had done, they bawled you out for not finishing the last bit. "I would have done it," said Jerry.
Jerry raked up the grass clippings before he took the box of raisins in to his mother. "Where's Cathy?" he asked.
"I think she's down looking at TV."