Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes as bright as in the early evening. No sign of fatigue was evident.
"O Daddy, I could have danced all night!" she exclaimed happily.
"Some success, wasn't it, dearie?" he returned, putting his arm lovingly around her. "Now, I suppose this winter will be one whirl of gayety for you."
"Nothing will ever be just quite as nice as this, Daddy," she said, kissing him. "I'll never, never, never forget it!"
"We wouldn't want you to, Venna," he replied, immensely pleased. "By the way, I noticed you have a new admirer."
Venna blushed.
"Whom do you mean?" she asked with assumed unconcern.
"Mr. Hadly, of course. He's one of New York's rich catches. It seems the girls have been after him for some years, but he isn't caught yet. A nice sort of fellow, but—understand, young lady, you don't give your heart away for some time yet. Daddy's too selfish."
"Never fear. Daddy! It'll be a very long time before that happens; Daddy's enough for me." And her arms stole around his neck in an impulsive hug.
And so we will leave them in their oneness of heart, father and daughter, inseparable in their sweet companionship until a higher power shall sever their lives.