There was young Tow Feeley, the widow's son, earning his twelve dollars a day as a plumber week in and week out. There were dozens of other youths around the block, boys Harold had romped with, settled down into good paying situations.
It was no wonder that Harold was the chief source of conversation when Pop and Jane sat down together to these daily lunches in the old street car. And they were quite justified in the note of impatience with him that tinctured their talk.
For his future actions concerned them both deeply—even more deeply than they suspected—as oncoming events were to prove.
