And what a nice shape your head is!"
"Yes," said Septimus Rainer, "I pride myself on the shape of my head.
But it's all your young friend's doing."
"Wait till his clothes come," said Tinker with modest pride.
"I shall look fine in those clothes, I tell you--fine," said Septimus
Rainer, and his air was almost fatuous.
"I think he ought to have a valet," said Tinker. "You can't learn about
clothes all out of your own head. Either you must have always worn the
right clothes, or you want someone to teach you."
"Of course, you must have a valet, papa," said Dorothy.
"I can't--I can't have a man messing about me," said Septimus Rainer in a
tone of almost pathetic pleading.
"I'm afraid there's no way out of it," said Tinker firmly.
"I'm sure there isn't if Tinker says so. He knows all about these
things," said Dorothy. "You must be brave, papa: you really must."
"I'll find him one," said Tinker.
Septimus Rainer yielded with a gesture of hopeless resignation.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TINKER ASSERTS THE RIGHTS OF THE EMPLOYER
Septimus Rainer was very soon admitted to the frankest intimacy of the
little circle. An American of the best type, he had enjoyed the
advantage in his childhood of the stern and hardening training of life
on a little farm, and the supreme advantage of a good mother.
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