He turned on Henry with a wrinkly, comfortable grin.
'Well, my boy, it's too late for Stanley's but what do you say to a bite
at Ericson's, over by the tracks?'
Then he became fully aware of the woebegone look of the boy, fiddling
eternally with that moustache, fingering the leaves of his little book,
and added:--
'What on earth is the matter with you!'