"You would be safe," said Mr. Graydon wistfully, "and he would take care of the others. But—but—it is not a question of making me happy, or of anyone but yourself, little Pam. Could you be happy?"
"Sometimes I think I could," said Pamela. "It would be an end of trouble; it would be peace."
"Poor Pam! you talk as if you had been through storms."
Pam shook her head.
"Never mind, darling dad. I think I shall say 'Yes' then, after all."
"He has asked you, Pam?"
"Yes, he has asked me. You don't think, dad, that he would like Sylvia just as well?"
"He seems to prefer you, Pam."
"I should love him for a brother-in-law."
"If you feel like that, don't think of him for a husband."