"I'm sorry, Sue——"
"Is that all you have to say to me?" she cut in with a quick catch of her breath.
"No, no." I took her in my arms. "Dear old Sue—don't you know how I feel? I want to see you happy. I'm trying to see what on earth we can do."
"Why can't you all leave me alone?" she demanded, in low broken tones. "That's all I want—I'm old enough! I love him! Isn't that enough? To be treated like this—like a bad little child! If you'd been here and heard him—Dad, I mean—I tell you he's half out of his mind! I'm afraid to be left alone with him!"
"Sue?" It was our father's voice. He had come out close behind us.
"Leave me alone!" Sue started back, but he caught her arm:
"You'll stay right here with me till he comes."
"Till who comes?"
"Kramer."
"Who said he was coming?"