"Oh, I'm all right. Say! that beard of yours makes you look as funny as old fun."
"Does it?" he said.
"You bet! It makes you look old enough to go to Congress. Say! heard from Radbourn lately?" Bradley shook his head. "Well, I haven't, but Lily has. He's writing—writing for the newspapers, she said."
"Is that so? I haven't heard it."
"E-huh! Say, do you know Lily's all bent on him yet! Funny, ain't it? I ain't that way, am I?" she ended, with her customary audacity.
"No, it's out o' sight, out o' mind with you," he replied, with equal frankness.
"Oh, not quite so bad as that. Ain't yeh comin' in?" They were at the gate.
"Guess not. You remember your father's command; I must never darken his door."
She laughed heartily. "I guess that don't count now."
"Don't it? Well, some other time then."