“Like to?”
“Yes, sir, I guess so. I think it would be fun to—to have one.”
“Why doesn’t your father get you one?”
“I don’t think he could afford it, and, besides——”
“Yes? Besides?”
“I guess he wouldn’t think I was—was old enough to run it.”
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen, sir.”
“Morris is sixteen. Think your father would let you have one if you were a year older and he could afford it?”
Gordon shook his head. “I don’t believe so, Mr. Brent.”