"My father is able to supply me with whatever money I need." "Why!" uttered Dan Dalzell.

"Our old Drayne is just another Timmy Hinman of the regular kind, isn't he ?" Dan looked so comical when he made this observation that his five chums burst into a shout of gleeful laughter.
Phin Drayne didn't relish that very sincere laughter.

Though he didn't understand the allusion, he suspected that he was being made the butt of a joke by Dick & Co.
"Drive on, George," he requested his friend at the wheel.

"One hates to be seen in the company of such fellows." The car's speed was let out several notches, and shot down the road ahead of Dick & Co.'s plain little caravan.
"Now that I think of it," Dick declared, "Phin is just another edition of Timmy Hinman, isn't he?
And so are quite a good many of the fellows we know.

The world must be nearly as full of Timmy Hinmans as it is of fathers either wealthy or well-to-do.