“Why, he hit on that—” Leonard began.
“Is it possible you never heard of General Grant?” demanded Slim incredulously.
“Oh, that’s it? Well,” as Slim stood up to go and Leonard followed his example, “I’m pleased to have met you. Come again, won’t you? I’ll not be asking Slim, for he’s too insulting.”
“Oh, now that I know where you live and what good lemonade you keep on draught, I’ll come frequently,” said Slim kindly. “Maybe we might drop around next Sunday afternoon about this time, or a little before. You’d better make it a point to have plenty of lemons on hand.”
“Why, if you come we’ll not be without them,” Johnny assured him sweetly.
“Fine! And now, before we go, may we see the pig, Johnny?”
“Sure,” replied the other, relapsing into a rich brogue, “it’s sorry I am, Slim my darlint, but the pig do be havin’ his afthernoon nap in the panthry, and he’d be that angry if I was wakin’ him!”
Going back down the slope of Melrose Avenue Leonard remarked: “He said there were six of them, Slim. Are there other brothers beside the Joe he spoke of?”
“There were,” answered Slim. “There’s one other now, a little chap about twelve. I don’t know his name.”
“What happened to the other brother?”