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 up, and he always has to have Dad wait on him. As soon as I saw him coming, I skipped back to the office for Dad, and found him talking violins with Judge Shelby. Dad doesn't know anything about violins, and Judge Shelby does, and so they certainly do have great arguments. Dad hasn't any sense of humor, anyway.

Well, that day, when I saw Judge Shelby there, I knew it was going to be a long pull and a strong pull to get Dad out to look after Mr. Wright. I told him who was there, though, and he said, "Yes, in a minute," and I went back.

In ten minutes Mr. Wright began to get nervous, and I went again and said:—"Dad, Mr. Wright is in a hurry."

"Yes, in a minute," said Dad,—and was deep in the argument again.

I went out, and Uncle Rob and I tried to interest the old gentleman for another ten minutes,—then I went to the office again.

"Yes, in a minute," said Dad, not changing his voice from the level of his argument with Judge Shelby.

I went and asked Mr. Wright if I couldn't show him some of the things he wanted, because