"Yes, yes, of course." With a smile he added: "Now, don't get too spoony when he comes, or else Ken will have no head for business."
"No fear," laughed Helen. "We are too long married for that."
"Well, good-bye. I'll see you later."
The president took his hat and turned to go. As he reached the door he turned round.
"By the bye, have you seen Signor Keralio lately?"
Helen's face grew more serious.
"No—Signor Keralio does not call here any more-at my request."
The president gave a low, expressive whistle. Holding out his hand he said:
"Got his walking papers, eh? Well, I guess if you don't like him he isn't much good. I never did care for the look of him."
"Why did you ask?" she inquired.