“Not for myself, but for somebody else,” she answered quickly.
“Who on earth?”
“Will you promise to do something for me?” she asked, taking his arm prettily.
“Yes, I guess so,” he smiled.
“No matter what I ask?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Listen, Dad, to me,” she said, stopping and looking up into his big, curious, black eyes. “If a young gentleman named Mauney Bard tries to get on the collegiate staff will you tell Henry Dover that he’s one of the brightest boys in Canada, and will you put in a good word with the Board of Education?”
“What’s his name?”
“Mauney Bard.”