"Tell him your big name," prompted Peter. "Go ahead."
"Peter Neale, second."
"I suppose you'll be down here doing baseball yourself pretty soon now that you're getting to be such a big boy," said Hall.
Pat picked up the funny paper again and pretended to become engrossed in it. Charlie Hall was diverted back to the first of the Peter Neales.
"I guess he's a little older than my youngest," he said. "Let me see, Joe—no, that's not the one I mean—Bill must be about four or five now. Just around there."
"Pat's older than that. He was six a couple of days ago."
"Getting pretty near time to begin figuring what to do with him."
"I know that already," said Peter, "he's going to be a newspaper man. He's going to be 'by Peter Neale'."
"I'd drown mine, all six of 'em, before I'd let 'em go into the newspaper business."
"What's the matter with it?"