"Who told you?"
"Dr. Brooks. And I knew her grandmother."
"Will Dr. Dicky meet her?"
"Yes. And bring her out. I have given him the day."
"You might have asked me if I wanted her, Dad. I don't want anybody to look after me. I belong to myself."
"I don't know to whom you belong, Marie-Louise. You're a changeling."
"I'm not. I'm your child. But you don't like my horns and hoofs."
He gazed at her aghast. "My dear child!"
She began to sob. "I am not your dear child. But I am your child, and I shall hate to have somebody tagging around."
"Miss Warfield is not to tag. And you'll like her."