She stopped short and viewed him from head to foot. "No, I shouldn't like it," she returned decisively.
"But you would feel sorry for me?"
"You couldn't dance then. And grandad tells of your dancing and that you and mother looked so pretty, that you could dance longer and better than any one. And he was quite sure you would come home all—all——"
"All battered up. But I think he and Norry would have been very good to me. And mother and everybody. And now say you love me a little."
"I was afraid of you," rather reluctantly. "You were not like—oh, you were so strange."
What an elusive little thing she was!
"But you are not afraid now. I think I never heard of a little girl who didn't love her father."
"But you see the fathers stay home with them. There are the Mullin children and the Boyles. But I shouldn't like Mr. Boyle for a father."
"Why?" with a touch of curiosity.
"Oh, because——"