Suddenly she shook the hair from her shining eyes.
“Father!”
“Yes?”
“I tell you what I’m going to do!” she cried. “I’m going to Uncle Josiah just as soon as he gets back, and tell him as much as I think he ought to know. May I?”
“Certainly, if you wish. I’ll trust to your discretion. He will listen to you. I think you know what must not be said, from our conversation this evening.”
“I’ll do it!” she exclaimed eagerly, and stooped above the chair to kiss her father’s forehead. “Now, you go right to bed. That is my first remedy. My second is like unto it: don’t do one single bit of worrying. Remember! Good night.”
The Elder rose and smiled benignly on his daughter. At the door he paused, and turned back.
“Beth, this may affect the minister.”
“Affect the minister? Affect Mr. McGowan? How can it do that?”