“Yes, sir,—yes, I’ll remember.... I think I’ll remember.”
“If you’re going to accomplish anything in the world, don’t be afraid of any one.”
A dozen explanations, like so many birds, fluttered through Virginia’s mind. Before her rose her world of yesterday, and a sudden apology leapt to her lips. She turned on her father a wondering, sober glance.
“I’ve never said ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ before in all my life—never!” she remarked.
“So you’re afraid of me?”
“A little,” she sighed.
“Ah, don’t be, child! I’m your father. Will you keep that in mind?”
“I’ll try to; I will, sure.”
Mr. Singleton shifted uneasily, as if in pain.
“This money is coming to you when you’re eighteen years old,” explained Mr. Singleton. “My dying will throw you into an ocean of difficulties. I guess the only service I’ve ever done you has been to keep your Uncle Jordan from you.”