He was sitting in the kitchen, rocking a pink baby wrapped in white outing flannel with blue border, when Mrs.Hanson, without the formality of more than one warning tap on the screen door, walked in with Bud.

She held out her hands for the baby while she introduced the cashier to Bud.

In the next breath she was explaining what was wanted of the bank.
"They've done it before, and ye know it's plain thievery and ought to be complained about.

So now get your wits to work, Jimmy, for this friend of mine is entitled to his money and should have it if it is there to be had." "Oh, it's there," said Jimmy.

He looked at his watch, looked at the kitchen clock, looked at Bud and winked.