The young husband nodded sheepishly. He felt that it was a brutal thing to take a daughter from her father. It had not occurred to him before, but old Pete would feel rather out of it now.
Tolliver looked at Bob over the shoulder of his daughter.
“You be good to her or I’ll—” His voice broke.
“I sure will,” the husband promised.
June laughed. “He’s the one ought to worry, Dad. I’m the flyaway on this team.”
Bob looked at her, gifts in his eyes. “I’m worryin’ a heap,” he said, smiling.
THE END