"Yes, I know daddy; but you needn't be so mean about it."
"I'm a plain man, and I don't believe in beating about the bush. Get that through your head—every one of you, I mean."
"But you might at least be—" his daughter began once more.
"Won't you please keep still?" His rage was mounting; and his brow darkened.
"I only want you to be nice about it, daddy," Angela persisted, sweetly.
"How can anybody be nice about a thing like this?" said the man of iron.
"I know I could be," Angela informed him.
Her father looked at her. "Well, what would you do?"
"Give him his ranch back, of course!"