John MacDonald got quickly to his feet. David, taking the hint, was up at the same time.
“Thanks a lot, George,” John MacDonald said. “I appreciate your time.”
“And I appreciate yours. Good morning, gentlemen.”
Dick Simmons walked with a quickened step on his way home from the last day of the quarter at school. On these agreeable summer afternoons he knew his father liked to sit on the front porch of his home when he had the opportunity. Because his company closed at noon on Friday during the warm months, he was there when d**k ran up the front steps and pulled a white card out of his pocket.
“I hope this will give you some satisfaction, Dad,” d**k said, as he handed it over.
His father studied the report card carefully, then he looked up.
“d**k, this makes me very proud. Your mother
