"Your wife?" exclaimed the Eagle Man turning upon the speaker. "She's my daughter."
"Granted," said the man calmly, "and she's also my promised wife."
"I shall never give my consent," said the Eagle Man, but his voice had fallen.
"Then, father," said delicate, timid little Miss Massey, "I shall marry Robert without your consent."
There was a long heavy silence. The baby having found a gold-plated lizard on the hearth was contemplating it with wondering eyes.
"Very well," said the Eagle Man at last, trying to speak calmly. "You'll go your own way. Not a cent of mine do you ever get."
"I'm glad to hear that," said the man, "for not a cent of yours shall my wife need."
Into the breach Suzanna strode.
"Oh, but you will need money," she cried as she stood anchoring the baby by means of an extended arm. "When you're married and you have a big family you'll have to pay the rent, and you'll have to dress all the little children, and there'll be insurance week, and something you haven't thought of all the time, and just when you get on your feet, there'll be the doctor at your door and his bill pretty soon."
"Exactly," said the Eagle Man, as though by Suzanna's words many of his contentions had been proved.