With long, quick stride he met her and grasped her hand, a kindly twinkle in his eye:
"And how's our old grizzly bear, your father, this morning?"
"He's still alive and growling," she laughed.
The President joined heartily:
"I'll bet he is," he said, "and hates me just as cordially as ever?"
Betty nodded.
"But his beautiful daughter?"
"Was never more loyal to her Chief!"
"Good. Then my administration is on a sound basis. You want no office. You ask no favors. Such clear, pure, young eyes in the morning of life don't make mistakes. They know."
"But I've come to ask you something this morning——"