"MARY FRANCES, dear, you can get up now," her father was saying.
"Why, where is my little girl?"
She knew he was looking in her bedroom.
"All right, Father," she called; "I'm up and dressed—and downstairs—and, Father, wait a minute; breakfast is almost ready. I'll call you in a minute."
She ran to put some oranges on the table.
"You can come now, you and Brother," she then called. "You sit right down and eat your oranges, as I bring in the other things."
"All right, dear," said her father; "but first I want my good-morning kiss."
"A kiss and a bear hug," laughed Mary Frances, throwing her arms around him as he lifted her up.
"You stole a march on your old father this morning, all right," laughed her father. "Breakfast, indeed! Why, I never was so surprised in my life."