“I wish I had a father.”
“We'll go shares in him,” said Sylvester.
“His heart is big enough.”
And again the girl coloured and felt very happy, as if the puzzle of her life were being explained to her.
“And Dorothy?”
“That's where the difficulty comes in. Would London be good for her?”
“Why not leave her here?”
Ella looked at him sharply and saw, as she had expected, the alarm on his face.
“You don't know what she is to me,” he said.
“It would cheer Uncle Matthew when you 're gone. He is devoted to her.”