uh — Satterlee? What’s the good word?”

Mr. Satterlee would not glance up this time. “I’m pretty well. Can’t complain.”

“Good. Good.”

“Anything I can do for you?”

“No-o-o. No. Not a thing. Just dropped in to see my son a minute.”

“I see.” Not unkindly. Then, as old man Minick still stood there, balancing, Mr. Satterlee would glance up again, frowning a little. “Your son’s desk is over there, I believe. Yes.”

George and Nettie had a bedtime conference about these visits and Nettie told him, gently, that the bond house head objected to friends and