"That doesn't follow."
"Oh, it does 'em good--these rich fellers--to lose a little now and then."
"But they ought not to lose it if we have it and it is theirs."
"Oh, you are too honest. Say, I see you don't know me."
"Well, yes, I ought to know your face."
"I've let my whiskers grow. I didn't have any the last time you saw me. Cut all these off," said the man, lifting a big beard, "and it would make a big difference. Don't you remember Timothy Waters, at the lighthouse?"
"Why, yes. You Timothy?"
"Yes."
"And are you at the light now?"
"Just the same."