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ld son, have you been a good boy to-day?” asked Mr. Moore as Roger slid into his place at the table.

“No, sir. I’ve been pretty bad. Say, Papa, how much would it cost to build a railroad, under the ground, from our house to Prebles’?”

“A good deal of money. What way were you bad, Rog?”

“Oh, about every way, temper and all. Papa, I guess I’ll build that railroad. I got a big piece of pipe and a gauge that might work. Guess I might begin to make a engine. Aren’t I a pretty good inventor, Papa?”

“I don’t know, Son. Nothing you’ve ever said or done makes me think you’re one yet. In the first place an inventor is the most patient animal in the world. An inventor just can’t lose his temper. Why don’t you begin by inventing a way to control your temper, Son?”

Roger subsided into his bowl of bread and milk.

Mr. Moore was smoking on the front porch when Mrs. Moore joined him after putting Roger to bed. She sat down on the steps beside him while she told him of Roger’s day.