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"No wonder his
children despise him."
"Well, we'll see what--" he began and then cleared his throat in some
confusion. His wife's appraising eye was upon him.
"What are we going to see?" she inquired, after a moment.
"We'll see what turns up," said he, somewhat defiantly, "I don't
believe in condemning a man unheard. I have a feeling that he--"
"What do you expect to wear when you go down to the bank in the
morning?" she demanded, still eyeing him severely. "Your spring
overcoat? People will think you're crazy. It's below zero."
"Oh, I'll get along all right," said he stoutly. "Don't you worry
about me, Mary. By hokey, I wish he'd come back this afternoon, just
to prove to you that it isn't safe to form an opinion without--"
"There you go, Tom Bingle, wishing as you always do that somebody
would do something good just to show me that no one ever does anything
bad. You dear old goose! Only the meanest man in the world could have
the heart to rob you. That's what Uncle Joe is, my dear--the meanest
man in the world.


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