Dad and the mater both say the same now—they're more severe than I was.
Don't mind him, dad—I know all about it, I tell you—I'll explain later to you.
And meantime, I'll run down to Dad's office, and have him back here in half an hour.
"You'll see what we'll do next summer, Dad," she said cheerily.
We'll have a champagne supper, with cider for champagne, eh, dad?
Dad says he wishes I'd take the job steady, though he didn't know why I was doing it.
When Dad was my age he kept two sets of books, one by day and the other at night.
Of course that was the kind of thing that Dad and I would stop darned quick.
Dad has never worked that way and you're not to do it on any account—least of all on account of me.
We had named our small son after Dad and they were the most splendid chums.