"I don't know anything about him," he snapped.
"Yes, you know that I'm in love with him."
"Certainly; of course. Very worthy young man, no doubt."
"Also," continued his daughter calmly, "you know that Jim Edgerton is his closest friend."
"That," said Rivett, "counts some."
"And mother likes him," concluded the girl.
Her father sat staring at her in silence. Suddenly she put her arms around his neck, and the little man hid his spectacles on her breast for a second.
"Thank you, dad, darling," she whispered.
"Chrissy—Chrissy—so soon! I wanted you awhile yet." ... He jerked his head free, produced a handkerchief, and began busily to polish his eyeglasses.
"All right," he said brusquely, "I'll talk it over with your mother.... She knows.... She knows more than I do. They wouldn't believe that in Wall Street, but it's true."