"So that I can have a chance to win her," he said doggedly, "with my parents' full approval."
Rivett rose, furious.
"You stay here until I've talked to your mother!" he barked, and went out slamming the door.
Jack sat down prepared to wait, but it was not five minutes before his father came in.
"I've seen your mother. Clear out of here! That young lady of yours is coming."
"Here?"
"Yes, here. If you don't go out, I'll drop you out of the window—old as I am."
"Dad! You're a brick!"
"Well, you'll get that brick in the neck if you don't hustle!"
Jack laughed and held out his hand; his father took it, tried to speak—only succeeded in swearing. The boy went out. When the girl entered, Mr. Rivett was standing by the window, wiping his glasses for the second time that morning.