“Yes,” answered Mr. Wilbur sadly.
“Perhaps she may be near-sighted,” said Phil consolingly.
“Do you think so?” asked Mr. Wilbur hopefully.
“It is quite possible. Then you are short, you know.”
“Yes, it must be so,” said G. Washington Wilbur, his face more serene. “If she hadn't been she would have noticed my mustache.”
“True.”
“She spoke kindly. If—if she had seen how old I was, it would have been different, don't you think so?”
“Yes, no doubt.”
“There is only one thing to do,” said Mr. Wilbur, in a tone of calm resolve.
“What is that?” inquired Phil, in some curiosity.