Danny Dunn and Heat Ray

by Raymond Abrashkin

Then he gave a shrug. “Getting to be a habit,” he said. “May as well get used to it.” He sat down, again. “Never mind. Keep going,” he said. “I’ve got lots of suits.”

  Danny looked at him in admiration. “Gee, Mr. Pippit,” he breathed, “you sure have changed.”

  He picked up the pointer and handed it to Eddie. “Go on with the demonstration,” he said, and he walked down the aisle to his seat with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.