"What I say. Now don't repeat my words. You will be able to think of them by and by."
I was silent, pondering. Daddy was charming; there never was his like, but he did say puzzling things.
"Now," he said, looking full at me, "what do you think I have come to England for?"
I shook my head. When I did not know a thing I invariably shook my head.
"I have come on your account," he replied.
"On mine, Daddy?"
"Yes. I am going back again to India in a short time."
"Oh, what fun!" I answered. "I love being on board ship."
He did not reply at all to this.
"Why don't you speak?" I said, giving his grizzled locks a lusty tug.