The new pants have got to be made." Mr.Stanton shrugged his shoulders, and the other, quick to detect annoyance, scrambled to his feet and stood looking down from his great height at his dapper antagonist.

A kindly quizzical smile lit his homely face.

"We'll quit arguing, Mr.Stanton, for I admit I'm afraid of you.

You're some years younger than me, but I expect you would have me convinced on your side if we went on.

And maybe I'd convince you too, and then we'd be like old Jim Fletcher at New Salem.