"Mother, dear!"
"Yes little sweetheart?"
"I'll match you to see which one of us goes!"
Mrs. Schuyler, surprised, smiled.
"Why, daughter! Wherever did you learn that?"
"I heard Mr. Tom and daddy the other night. They were sitting in the library, and Mr. Tom said, 'I'll match you to see who gets the cigars.' So, mother dear, I thought that you and I might match one another to see which of us could go with daddy."
Kathryn placed an arm about her, drawing her to her.
"Do you want to go with daddy—and leave mother?" she asked.
The child shook her head, doubtfully.
"No," she said, "not exactly…. I want to go with daddy. I love daddy. But I want to stay with you, too, mother dear…. Mother dear," she added suddenly.