"I had no time so far."

"I need a new one anyway," said Bob, looking at his wheel where it rested
against the wall of the garage. "This one is six years old."

"It iss one bunch of junk," said Heinrich.

"Right you are," laughed Bob. "I tell you what, Heinrich; you've got a
lot of money now, why don't you buy me a new one for my birthday?"

"Dot iss my money," said Heinrich insistently.

"Of course it is," exclaimed Bob. "You don't suppose I thought for a
moment that you stole it, do you?"

Heinrich glanced at him questioningly. "Come and see Percy," he said,
apparently very anxious to change the subject.

"What has he done lately?" asked Bob.

"He iss grown."

They approached the tub where the alligator was kept. "I can't see that
he has grown much," exclaimed Bob. "He looks about the same to me."

"He iss now two feet and one inches long," said Heinrich proudly. "He
does not grow fast though."

"I wish my bicycle was fixed," sighed Bob. "I wanted to ride down to