GRANDDAD BLUNT TELLS A STORYIn the twilight of the long June evening Ken and Bill stepped out of the drizzle onto the little porch of the cottage at the edge of town. The door opened in answer to Ken’s knock, and Matthew Blunt greeted his two stalwart grandsons. “Hello, Kenny! Hello, Bill! Come on in.”
“Hello, Granddad,” said Ken, shaking off his slicker. “Kind of a miserable evening.”
“We thought we’d come over and see how you were getting along,” added Bill, standing his umbrella in an angle of the wall.
Ken noticed a twinkle in the keen old eyes as he stepped into the parlor. Matthew was speaking: “You come over to see what I know’d about the pieces that’s be’n comin’ out in the papers the last two days. Gettin’ along! How would a man be gettin’ along that don’t have nothin’ to do bu
