"
"That will be about all from you," said the Man. "Mosey! Duck! Up an
Alley!"
"Then you don't care what becomes of your Family?" asked the Stranger,
in a horrified Tone.
"My Relatives are collecting all of their Money in Advance," said the
Man. "If they are not worrying over the Future, I don't see why you
should lose any Sleep."
So the Solicitor went out and told every one along the Street that the
Man lacked Foresight.
At 9.30 o'clock the industrious little Man picked up letter number 1
and said to the Blonde Stenographer, "Dear Sir."
At that moment the Head of the Credit Department hit him on the Back
and said he had a Good One. It was all about little Frankie, the Only
Child, the Phenom, the 40-pound Prodigy.
[Illustration: _The New House._]
In every large Establishment there is a gurgling Parent who comes
down in the Morning with a Story concerning the incipient Depew out
at their House. It seems that little Frankie has been told something
at Sunday School and he asked his Mother about it and she told him
so-and-so, whereupon the Infant Joker arose to the Emergency and said:
and then you get it, and any one who doesn't laugh is lacking in a
Finer Appreciation of Child Nature. The Busy Man listened to Frankie's
Latest and asked, "What's the Rest of it?"
So the Parent remarked to several People that day that the Man was
sinking into a crabbed Old Age.
At 10 A.M. the Man repeated "Dear Sir" and a Voice came to him,
remarking on the Beauty of the Weather.
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