“I’m so glad, father,” she said, drawing down his head and kissing him.
“Then you will take the windfall, Edna?”
“I will take it on one condition, father.”
“And what is the one condition?”
“That if I ever do anything you disapprove of, you will let me give it back to you.”
The girl was gazing far out at the line where the blue sky and the bluer sea met. Her father glanced at her sharply for a moment.
“Put into English, what does that mean, Edna?”
“You never can tell what a woman will do, you know.”
“Granted, my dear. But you’re not a woman; you’re merely my little girl.”
The little girl sighed.