CHAPTER XII

ON INFLUENZA AND FURNITURE “SO you think he’ll do, Jim?” “Yes, I certainly do,” Jim answered. He was sitting with his father in the smoking-room at Billabong, his long legs outstretched before the fire, and his great form half-concealed in the depths of an enormous leather armchair. “Of course he’ll want guidance; you couldn’t expect him to know much about stock yet, though he’s certainly picked up a good bit.” “Yes—so it seems. His great point is his quick eye and his keenness. I haven’t found him forget much.” “N…