tion if necessary. I can see you've got a good business head."
All the way home an amused thought kept running in Bert's mind. A wide grin was still on his face as he entered the house.
"What's the joke?" Mrs. Quinby asked.
"Sam says I've got a good business head."
"And what's funny about a business head, Bert?"
"Oh, nothing." The grin grew wider. "I was just wondering what dad would say to that."
However, all thought of business was wiped from his mind when he came down to breakfast late in the morning and learned that Bill Harrison had called for him while he had been asleep.
"Did he say what he wanted, Mom?"
"He said he was going out to that Butterfly Man's place."
Bert hurried his breakfast and went in search of Dolf. He found him carrying trays of freshly baked coffee cake to the bakery counter.
"Want to come out and see Tom Woods?" Bert asked.
Dolf shook his head with decision. "And get another mess of burned stuff? I guess not. I can get better grub than that at home. Anyway, I don't like the way he talks of things, just showing off how much he knows, and making a fuss over Bill, and insulting everybody else."
