"Will you never have enough of all this chinaware?"
Laughingly Theo shook his head.
"I'd like you to keep right on until——"
"Until you are on your feet again," interrupted Mr. Croyden teasingly. "Then I suppose you will promptly run off and forget all about it."
"Not at all, sir!" contradicted Theo. "I was going to say I wished you would keep on telling me about it until I got well and could go to see some of these potteries and porcelains made."
"Oh-ho! So you want to come to Trenton and steal my business away from me, do you, you young rascal? We'll see about that."
With a broad smile Mr. Croyden rose and shaking his fist playfully at Theo sauntered out the door.
