He took the paper so reluctantly tendered:
"Jack, you are a terror! You young rascal, you've made me look like a wax-faced clothing dummy!"
"Tribute to your faultless apparel, sir, and equally faultless features——"
A shriek of laughter from the boys who had crowded around to see; Grayson himself laughing unfeignedly and long; then the babel of eager, boyish voices again, loud, emphatic, merciless in discussion of the theme of the moment.
Into the swaying car and down the aisle came a negro in spotless white, repeating invitingly:
"First call for luncheon, gentlemen! Luncheon served in the dining car forward!"
His agreeable voice was drowned in the cheering of three dozen famished boys, stampeding.
Cleland Junior came last with the master.
"I hope you'll have a happy holiday, Jim," said Grayson, with quiet cordiality.
"I'm crazy to see father," said the boy. "I'm sure I'll have a good time."