"Yes," blushed the Intruding Lady.
With the cloud still on her brow Daphne studied the Intruding Lady's face with an entirely brand-new interest.
"But, how ever in the world," she demanded, "could anybody quarrel with my father?"
As though wanting to give full consideration to the question, the Intruding Lady glanced back at her husband before she essayed to face Daphne again.
"Why, really," she answered, "don't you suppose—that perhaps— it's because he's so tall?"
"Hardly," said Daphne.
"Well, then—maybe," mused the Intruding Lady, "it's because he's so—so funny?"
"Not at all," said Daphne.
"Well—just possibly—of course," smiled the Intruding Lady, "it's because I have red hair!"