"Not the least in the world," Willie answered. "If we was to keep it
here a week there ain't nothin' more we could do to it, an' since
you've tried it out over at Galbraith's we know it works."
"Oh, it works all right!" laughed Bob.
The eyes of the little inventor softened and into them crept a glint of
pensiveness.
"Yes," he repeated, "we can deliver it up to Zenas Henry 'most anytime
now." He paused. "Queer, ain't it, how kinder attached you get to
anything you've fussed over so long? It gets to be 'most a part of
you. You'll think it funny, I guess, but do you know I'll be sorter
sorry to see this thing goin'."
It was the regret of the parent compelled to part from his child and
with an effort at comfort Robert Morton said cheerfully:
"Oh, you'll be having a new scheme before long."
"Mebbe I will," Willie answered, brightening. "I never can tell when
the sun rises in the mornin' what idee will kitch me before night.
Still, I somehow feel there'll be no idee like this one. You know they
say every artist creates one masterpiece," he smiled shyly.
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