CHAPTER FIVE: The Love Story of Mr.Peter Spillikins.
Almost any day, on Plutoria Avenue or thereabouts, you may see little Mr.Spillikins out walking with his four tall sons, who are practically as old as himself.
To be exact, Mr.Spillikins is twenty-four, and Bob, the oldest of the boys, must be at least twenty.

Their exact ages are no longer known, because, by a dreadful accident, their mother forgot them.

This was at a time when the boys were all at Mr.Wackem's Academy for Exceptional Youths in the foothills of Tennessee, and while their mother, Mrs.
Everleigh, was spending the winter on the Riviera and felt that for their own sake she must not allow herself to have the boys with her.
But now, of course, since Mrs.Everleigh has remarried and become Mrs.
Everleigh-Spillikins there is no need to keep them at Mr.Wackem's any longer.

Mr.Spillikins is able to look after them.
Mr.Spillikins generally wears a little top hat and an English morning coat.

The boys are in Eton jackets and black trousers, which, at their mother's wish, are kept just a little too short for them.