Plus 1, to say
nothing of a Reserve cached in the little Tin Box.

Daughter alone could induce him to unbuckle, and melt, and jar loose,
and come across, and kick in, and sting the Check-Book.

One day Bernice was a Little Girl, and the next she was head Flossie
among the Debutantes, with a pack of Society Hounds pursuing in Full
Cry, each willing to help count the Bank Roll.

Father was scared pink when he sized up the Field.

He still wore box-toed Boots and carried Foliage on the Sub-Maxillary
so that those who came ringing the Front Bell didn't look very lucky
to him.

Sometimes he would dream that he had been pushed into a Mausoleum and
that a slender Cyril with a Lady's Watch strapped on his wrist was
spending all of that Money for Signed Etchings.

Whereupon he would awake in a Cold Sweat and try to think of a safe
Recipe for poisoning Boulevard Blighters.

One day Bernice went out into the Sunshine and found something and
brought it home with her and put it on a Rug in the Elizabethan Room.

Father came in and took one look and said: "Not for Mine! I won't
stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family Tree."

[Illustration: Father came in and took one look and said: "Not for
Mine! I won't stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family
Tree"]

His name was Kenneth, and he reduced his Percentage on the first day
by having the hem-stitched Mouchoir tucked inside of the Cuff.

Also, it was rumored that he put oil on his Eye-Brows and rubbed
Perfumery on the backs of his Hands.

Father walked around the He-Canary twice, looking at him over the
Specs, and then he rushed to the Library and kicked the Upholstery out
of an $80 chair.

He could see the love-light glinting in the Eyes of Bernice. She had
fallen for the Flukus.

Kenneth was installed as Steady.

When Bernice saw him turn the Corner and approach the House, he looked
to her like Rupert, the long lost Heir--while Father discerned only an
insect too large to be treated with Powder.

Kenneth was the kind of Sop that you see wearing Evening Clothes on a
Colored Post-Card.

If his private Estate had been converted into Pig Iron, he could have
carried it in his Watch Pocket.

He was re-fined and had lovely Teeth, but those who knew him well
believed the Story that when he was a Babe in Arms, the Nurse had let
him fall and strike on the Head.

He wore his Hair straight back and used Patent Leather dressing.

He was fu