“What’s the matter with the man? What’s he talking about?”
“Why, Bob, that girl—that barefaced girl!”
“That girl! Why, that’s my daughter Addie!”
“Your daughter?”
The little minx walked up to me with a smile, dropped a little courtesy, and said: “I knew, Mr. Miller, that it wasn’t true that you would refuse to help a really deserving case. The others said you would; but I thought better of you.”
And she had the effrontery, then and there, to tell her parents all about it!
I think parents are the most infatuated class of persons in the community. They laughed, and Mrs. Gunton said, “How clever of you, Addie! You must forgive her, Mr. Miller. My dear girls are so playful!”
Playful! And she never returned the five-pound note!