Mr. Fielding took her, carefully.
The private secretary clapped her hands and Marjorie looked toward her.
“Two hands, baby,” she said, and the two pink arms reached out to her.
“Well!” exclaimed Mr. Fielding, “How human!”
“See if she will do it for you,” suggested the girl.
Mr. Fielding clapped his hands. “Two hands!” he said.
Marjorie looked at him good naturedly. If he was willing to play she could forgive everything. She reached out her hands, and jumped toward her father. Before he knew how it happened, he had pressed his lips to her soft cheek and her hands were entangled in his hair.
