“Must, heh?”
“Please, Dad!”
“Well, well, what is it? Speak up. Speak up.”
He took his watch out, glanced at it, scowled, paid no attention to what his daughter was saying until the word “chess” escaped her, when his glance fixed her.
“What’s that?”
“I said if you’d only defend your King instead of everlastingly attacking, don’t you see, you’d stand a better chance. I’ve noticed on two or three occasions that he’s left great openings where I’m sure you could——”
“Are you trying to teach your father the game of chess?”
“Oh, no, Dad, but you know, two heads are better than one. I’ve heard you say so.”
“Two mature heads——”
“Mine’s mature. I’m eighteen, and I think——”