"But, now, what would you think if I was your real brother, if my name was Chester Strong?"
"I'd think you were just joking a little."
"But I'm not joking, Lucy; I am in earnest. Take a good look at me, here at this profile. Do I look like your father?"
She looked closely. "I believe you do," she said, still without a guess at the truth. "Your forehead slopes just like his, and your nose has the same bump on it. I never noticed that before."
"What might that mean, Lucy?"
"What might what mean?"
"That I look like your father."
He had turned his face to her now, but she still gazed at him, as if the truth was just struggling for recognition. The smile vanished for an instant from her face, and then returned. She would not entertain the advance messenger.
"I don't object to your looking like my papa, for he's a mighty fine looking man."