“But we just matched so nicely, daddy.”
“Humph!” in a regular bearish grunt.
“And we did love one another so.”
“Yah! Sweetstuff! Well, it’s done, and it can’t be undone.”
“No, dad. I don’t want it to be, and you won’t when you get used to Syd. Now you’re going to be a good loving old boy and say no more about it.”
“I dunno so much about that.”
“You’d better, dad.”
“Oh, had I?”
“Yes; if you don’t kiss me again and be friends I’ll cry, and spoil everything I’ve got on, and won’t go to the races.”
“You’d better!”