"You're an angel!"
"I never heard that angels were disobedient."
"Some of them."
"And they were punished for it. Oh, Buck, I hope we will never regret this—that there will be no punishment for this!"
"There won't be!" he grimly declared.
"Father is gone," she said. "Out of the city!"
"And I wanted Merry to see him here this evening," in a tone of regret, "Merry is to have a talk with him and try to get him to see that I am not such a soaking Piute as I've been painted!"
"I'm sorry, too, Buck—though I was glad."
"Glad?"
"I intended to ask you into the house. Is it very wrong?"