He looked down at her. Somehow he had never seen her like this before—that curious womanly expression.
"Tell me," was all she said.
And, as he told Tom Brainard's failure to fit in, he watched her closely. "I'm sorry," he concluded.
"So am I, daddy," she returned steadily; "because I am going to marry him."
"What?"
"Oh, you knew—you must have," she said, "when I asked you to give him the chance."
The father was silent. In fancy he again heard Dolly Warner promising, against her parents' advice, to wait for her John to "get on in the world."
"Well?" he asked.
"Do you think you've given him a fair chance?"
He was restored to his usual poise. "I suppose he complained that I didn't."