I leave that to my boy Fred.

He does the dancing for the family." "I suppose he's upstairs hard at it ?" "No, he's not here." Mr.Kinney glanced toward the open door and lowered his voice.

"He wouldn't come.

It seems that a couple of years or so ago he had a row with young Georgie Minafer.

Fred was president of a literary club they had, and he said this young Georgie got himself elected instead, in an overbearing sort of way.