"I'll stay here and tell him," Mary said. "And you can send Calvin down to carry the basket."
She was standing beside him, and suddenly she laid her cheek against his arm. "I love you," she said, "you are a darling, Daddy."
He patted her cheek. "That sounds like my little Mary."
"Don't I always sound like your little Mary?"
"Not always."
"Well—I've had things on my mind." Her blue
eyes met his, and she flushed a bit. "Not things that I am sorry for, but things that I am worried about. But now—well, I am very happy in my heart, Daddy."
He smiled down at her. "Have you heard from T. Branch?"
"Yes, by wireless——"
He looked his astonishment. "Wireless?"