Dean nodded and smiled, and the boy was encouraged to come forward.
"Are you Dean Dunham, the boy that's going to be at the concert?" asked the young auditor, bashfully.
"Yes."
"How long have you played?"
"Four or five years."
"How old are you?"
"Almost sixteen."
"What lots of money you must have made!"
Dean smiled. He thought it most prudent not to speak definitely on this point. He was rather curious to know what the boy thought of his playing.