So Anthony went to tell Colonel Cooper that something had occurred to his mind that was a little bit odd.
But damn-the-dander-headed-two-and-four-legged-devils, there were the kids and the dogs in the street again, yipping and hooting and chanting:
"Tony the tin man. Tony the tin man."
He longed for the day when he would see them fall like leaves out of his mind, and death take them.
"Tony the tin man. Tony the tin man."
How had they known that his father was a used metal dealer?
Colonel Peter Cooper was waiting for him.