"This is Satad'y night and I got a date." "No," Adams said, frowning.

"You come up before you go out.

It's important." "All right; I've had all I want to eat," Walter returned.

"I got a few minutes.

Make it quick." He followed his father upstairs, and when they were in the room together Adams shut the door, sat down, and began to rub his knees.
"Rheumatism ?" the boy inquired, slyly.