"Well," I said, "what do you think of him?"
"Billy," she said with a little tremble in her voice, "I'm proud of him."
"He'll do," I said.
Then I said:
"Wait here a moment."
I took a nickel from my pocket and hurried towards him as though I were one of the crowd hustling for the train. I stopped in front of him and he handed me a paper without looking up. He began to make change and it wasn't until he handed me back my three coppers that he saw who I was. Then he grinned.
"Hello, Dad," he said.
Then he asked quickly,
"Where's mother?"
But Ruth couldn't wait any longer and she came hurrying up and placed her hand underneath the papers to see if they were too heavy for him.