‘On top of you and the palette.’
It is good fun for a father and son; and the crafty boy has succeeded in making the father laugh. But soon,
‘Ah, Dick.’
The son frowns. He is not going to stand any nonsense.
‘Now then, behave! What did I say about that face?’
Mr. Don smiles at once, obediently.
‘That’s better. I’ll sit here.’
We see from his father’s face which is smiling with difficulty that Dick has plopped into the big chair on the other side of the ingle-nook. His legs are probably dangling over one of its arms.
Rather sharply, ‘Got your pipe?’
‘I don’t—I don’t seem to care to smoke nowadays, Dick.’