"Going out, daddy?" she asked in something like her usual tone.
He looked at her vaguely as he drew on his coat, as though trying to understand what she had said.
"Well, you'll be back for supper. There'll be the usual holiday-cold-turkey supper, daddy."
"Yes, Phil; I'll be back after while. I'm going for a tramp."
But she knew that he had gone to see Nan.