“Hush, papa, stop!” said Helen gently. “Dexter is quite truthful, I am sure.”
“That is your weak woman’s heart pleading for him,” said the doctor. “No, my dear, no; it will not do.”
“I am quite certain, papa,” said Helen firmly, “that he spoke the truth.”
“How do you know, my dear?”
“Because Dexter told me again and again before he went up to bed.”
“And you believe him?”
“Yes, and so will you.”
“Wish I could,” said the doctor earnestly. “I’d give a hundred pounds to feel convinced.”
“You shall be convinced for less than that, papa,” said Helen merrily. “Give me a kiss for my good news.”
“There’s the kiss in advance, my dear. Now, where is the news?”