“Heads are always punched,” I define.
“I are breadwinner without being allowed to keep winnings, I are—.”
“You are an American father,” thusly I report. “You should learn to be a Japanese father.”
“How you do it?” he ask with eggerness.
“Japanese father are steam-roller Czar. Wife are sipposed to approach him with frightened elbows, daughter must be sipposed to ask for favors and not get it. All parties, presents, etc. are given by him. All servants must attend his selfishness while neglecting females around house.”
“I shall move to Japan!” he cheer up.
“You needs not,” I snuggest. “I shall be your Japanese slave and teach you how be Japanese father. Tomorrow a.m. you can commence ordering your home around like a floorwalker. Continually remember inferiorness of everybody but yourself and feel as sacred as possible. Heads shall be chopped for impertinence to you.”
“I shall enjoy that!” he stotter with smiling teeth.
At that moments carriage approach upward through moonlit and Wife & Daughter make getout.
“You up, Father Darling?” require Hon. Mrs. with shock tone. “I can smell beer in your breathing. Man of your aged respectability should not be boistering at night amidst low-living friendship.”