and downs of the money-market and let go. And yet I am almost sure Mr.
Willie Prince knows all about him--the business part, I mean--and that,
of course, will mean everybody in Twickenham will know pretty soon.
The reason I think he knows is that I went into the bank to get a check
cashed the morning after Father got here, and I saw Mr. Willie sitting
at a table in a corner of the bank with a copy of Bradstreet open
before him and his eyes close to it. I made it convenient to walk up
to the table and look down at the book, and I saw he was running his
finger down the letter "B," and when he saw me he shut the book quick.
I just smiled and passed on. But not talking business is only one of
the reasons Father liked Twickenham Town so much. Another was because
everybody was so nice to him. He had so many invitations to dinner and
supper, and even breakfast, that he was on a dead go from morning until
night, and he never ate so much in his life as he ate in those four
days. It did him good, and he didn't look tired a bit when he left.




CHAPTER IX

The day Father got here was a beautiful day. The train was due at
six-thirty in the morning, but it never hurries and has only been on
time three times since it has been running, and Uncle Henson said there
was no use getting to the station until seven o'clock, but I told him
if he wasn't in front of the porch by six o'clock I'd send for Mr.
Briggs and go down in his automobile, and there was no need to say
anything more. Mention automobile to Uncle Henson and his back begins
to go up just like a cat's. There are only a few automobiles in town,
though a good many people have Fords, and several offered to lend me