Fathers and Sons

Fathers and Sons

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“Come in, Harry,” said Peter Everton kindly at the front door. He took his old friend into the sitting-room, and they sat down in front of the fire. Their wives were in London, and the two men liked to talk when they had the time. Their sons were running about outside the windows.
Everton sat down, and he looked through the window first.
“My son George has nothing in his head,” he said sadly. “George can’t think doctor, but he’ll never be one. Doctors have to think.” He laughed sadly.
“Oh, he can’t be as bad as my boy Vernon,” said Harry Glossop. “Vernon has never been a thinker and he never will be one. It’s very sad. He’ll never be rich. He’ll be poor all his life.”
“Your Vernon must be a lot better than my George, wholesale replica designer handbags,” said Everton. “His head’s made of wood. Let me show you.”
He opened the window and asked George to come in.
The boy soon ran into the room.
“George,” said his father, “what did you say yesterday about a car? Do you want a new cat?”
“Oh, yes, please, Father. A big car, please. A car for myself.”
“But you’re too young to own a car”
“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” said George.
“But the laws of England don’t let small boys own cars.”
“Oh, I don’t care about the laws,” said George. “So can I have a big car, please? A red one?”
Everton took out a pound note and asked, “Do you know Hudson Street?”
“Oh yes, Father.”
“Right! Take this pound note and go to the flower shop. You’ll see a lot of big new cars there. Buy the car you like best, wholesale designer handbags.”
The boy thanked his father, and ran happily out of the room.
“You see?” said Everton, looking at his friend. “George wants to buy a car for a pound, and he’s going to a flower shop to buy it. What has he got in his head?”
“Oh,” said Harry Glossop, “my Vernon’s just the same. I’ll show you.”
He called his son into the room.
“Vernon, my boy,” said his father kindly, “do you remember Rope Street?”
“In the town, father? Oh yes. You work there, don’t you?”
“That’s right. I want you to go there at once. Your mother wants me to go home. She has just telephoned. Our house is on fire. It isn’t very lat yet and I may still be at work in Rope street. So go and have a look, wholesale coach handbags. If I’m still there, please tell me to go home at once. Be quick as you can! ”
The boy ran out immediately.
“See,” Glossop said to his friend, “my Vernon never thinks. He’ll run all the way to Rope Street, but he’ll not find me there. So he’ll run all the back here to tell me the great news”

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