so magnificently modest and respectful as he got off this speech, that Peattie knew he was estopped—in the eyes of his fellow-directors if not in his own. Besides he admired the young fellow greatly. "Oh, you're a wizard right now," he conceded, in mollified tones. "I hope you don't ever get to be a was-ard is all I can say. Most men do though. Sooner or later, the procession gets too fast for 'em."
"I wonder if it will ever get too fast for me!" pondered George that night as he turned upon his pillow.
