"I reckon so. Of course I had to come back at him."

"How, may I ask?" She was vastly amused at this novel
correspondence.

"Oh, I merely said in substance that I was glad to hear it because
you couldn't think now I wanted to marry you for your money. I
added that if things came my way we would send him cards later.
One doesn't like to slang one's wife's father, so I drew it mild."

"I don't believe a word of it. You wouldn't dare."

That she admired and at the same time distrusted was so apparent
that he drew a yellow envelope from his pocket and handed it to
her.

"This is his latest contribution to the literature of frankness.
You see his feelings overflowed so promptly he had to turn loose
in good American talk right off the bat. Couldn't wait for the
code."

She read aloud. "Your resignation as General Counsel
Transcontinental will be accepted immediately. Turn over papers to
Walker and go to the devil." It was signed "Powers."

"That's all, is it? No further exchange of compliments," she
wanted to know.

"That's all, except that he is reading my resignation by this
time. I sent it two hours ago. In it I tried to convey to him my