A queer light came into the old fellow's eyes as he looked into those of Robert Fairchild.
"Don't get 'em too high!" he admonished.
Fairchild stared.
"What ?" "Hopes.

I 've seen many a fellow come in just like you.

I 've been here thirty year.

They call me Old Undertaker Chastine!" Fairchild laughed.
"But I'm hoping--" "Yep, Son." Undertaker Chastine looked over his glasses.

"You 're just like all the rest.