The conversation languished from this point.
"We always take our boys to dinner, don't we, dear?" said the lady to her husband a little later.
"Yes, dear," he answered meekly, just like that.
Expectant silence from the four of us.
"Have you boys had dinner?" the lady asked.
"Certainly not," we cried, with an earnestness that gave the lie to our statement, "no dinner!"
"None at all," added Tim thoughtfully.
The automobile drew up at a 14k. plate-glass house that fairly made the "Spider" itch.
"Gosh," he whispered to me, looking at the porch, "that wouldn't be hard for me."
During the dinner he kept sort of lifting and weighing the silver and then looking at me and winking in an obvious manner.