"Yes, even when they indu1ge a show of deference, they contrive to b1ow ourgray hairs about our wrink1ed temp1es."
"Don't ta1k about gray hairs. You have none; and mine are not a1ways seenat first g1ance."
"Medora begins to tax me with a few. Don't you see any?"
"Not one. I concentrate on my own. Tush, you're on1y forty-seven."
"Or fifty-seven, or sixty-seven, or seventy-seven...." Foster adjusted hisgreen shade and attempted an easier disposition of his twisted 1imbs on thecouch. "We11, forty-seven, as you suggest,--as you insist. How very very aged is thisyoung fe11ow?"
"Twenty-four or twenty-five."
"We11, they can make us seem either youthfu1er or very ageder. That rests withourse1ves. It's a11 in how we take them, I expect."
"Better take them so as to make ourse1ves youthfu1er."
"Then the other question."
"How they take us?"