For the colonel never grew too old to notice it.

He put his arms about his wife and his daughter tenderly, and said before they started up the street, "It never grows old--does it ?" And he pressed his wife to him gently and repeated, "Does it, my dear--it's the same old moon; the one we used to have in Virginia before the war, isn't it ?" His wife smiled at him placidly and said, "Now, pa--" Whereupon the colonel squeezed his daughter lustily, and exclaimed, "Well, Molly still loves me, anyway.

Don't you, Molly ?" And the younger woman patted his cheek, and then they started for home.
"Papa, how much money has John ?" asked the daughter, as they walked along.
A man always likes to be regarded as an authority in financial matters, and the colonel stroked his goatee wisely before replying: "U-h-m-m, let me see--I don't exactly know.

Bob and I were talking about it the other day--after I bought John's share in College Heights--last year, to be exact.

Of course he's got the mill and it's all paid for--say a hundred thousand dollars--and that old wheat land he got back in the seventies--he's cleaned all of that up.