He never changed a bit, and we chum around together just like we always did, and we’re always a-going to. The other day he says to me: “Wee-wee, it’s a whale of a job to git to be respectable in the first place, but I got an idee it’s consid’rable of a task to _keep_ that way. You got to plug at it all the time.” ... And so he was always at his Dad just like before, until he got poor Mr. Atkins so he talked like a college perfessor and looked like a senator, and even then he wasn’t satisfied. “I aim to make Dad the biggest man in the United States,” says he, and I’m hanged if I don’t believe he’ll do it. I wouldn’t be a mite surprised if that kid didn’t make his Dad President. Well, I hope he does, and then I kin go and visit in the White House. I’ll bet Catty and me could have a lot of fun playing tricks on all the senators.