"Please yourselves," said Quinney. His eyes were sparkling, and his short, red hair bristled with excitement and the lust of battle.
"As they are fighting for me," said Posy, "I'll stay."
Susan observed in utter bewilderment:
"I've looked on all my life, and I can do it a little longer."
She turned to Posy, with the intention of asking for some sort of explanation; but Posy had gone up to her father.
"Daddy!"
Quinney replied roughly:
"Too late to say you're sorry now, my girl!"
"But I'm not sorry. I'm ever so glad. Whether you are right or wrong about Jim, it is everything—yes, everything—to me to know that you really meant what you said just now."
She went back to her mother as Hunsaker's genial voice was heard coming up the stairs: