“Oh you know how.”
“Yes, I guess you know how!” Mr. Dosson laughed with an absence of prejudice that might have been deplored in a parent.
“Do you want to stay in Europe or not? that’s what I want to know,” Delia pursued to her sister. “If you want to go bang home you’re taking the right way to do it.”
“What has that got to do with it?” Mr. Dosson audibly wondered.
“Should you like so much to reside at that place—where is it?—where his paper’s published? That’s where you’ll have to pull up sooner or later,” Delia declaimed.
“Do you want to stay right here in Europe, father?” Francie said with her small sweet weariness.
“It depends on what you mean by staying right here. I want to go right home SOME time.”
“Well then you’ve got to go without Mr. Probert,” Delia made answer with decision. “If you think he wants to live over there—”
“Why Delia, he wants dreadfully to go—he told me so himself,” Francie argued with passionless pauses.
“Yes, and when he gets there he’ll want to come back. I thought you were so much interested in Paris.”