I'm a back number, and you know it, as well as any." "You're not, Uncle Bob.

I won't have you say it.

Give me a kiss and say you don't mean it." "Well, well, Hilda, there is life in the old dog yet, and I must be off and show it.

No, I won't have another, not before duty.

Good-night, dear, and don't worry." Hilda saw him off, and waved her hand from the door.