“You ask the girl Jeanne.”
The Dean tapped the back of his daughter’s hand that rested on his knee.
“There’s no fool like an old fool, my dear. Do you know why?”
She shook her head.
“Because the old fool has learned to understand the young fool, whereas the young fool doesn’t understand anybody.”
She laughed and threw herself on her knees by his side.
He took the tribute complacently. “What was I saying before you interrupted me? Oh yes. About the wisdom of your proposed action. Are you sure they want each other?”
“As sure as I’m sitting here,” said Peggy.
“Then, my dear,” said he, “I’ll do what I can.”