"I haven't anything left—for you—" The emphasis was unmistakable.
[Illustration: "I haven't anything left for you.">[
Even then he did not grasp what had happened to him. "Ralph will let me have one of his—be a good sport, Ralph."
"Well, I like that," Ralph began. Then Jean's crisp voice stopped him. "I am not going to dance any more—my head aches. I—I shall ask Daddy to take me—home—"
It was all very young and obvious. Derry gave her a puzzled stare. Ralph protested. "Oh, look here, Jean. If you think you aren't going to dance any more with me."
"Well, I'm not. I am going home. Please take me down to Daddy."
It seemed a long time before the blurred good-byes were said, and Jean was alone with her father in the cozy comfort of the closed car.
"Do you love me, Daddy?"