Now, do begin somewhere--say, with the score." They all gave him the score.
"Hurrah!" cried the old doctor.

"No one hurt--seriously, I mean ?" "No," said Patricia, "except perhaps Jumbo Larson," she added hopefully.
"The Lord was merciful to this family when he made you a girl, Patricia," said her father.
"But, Daddy, it was a wonderful game." Quite breathlessly, she went once more over the outstanding features of the play.
"Sounds rather bloody, I must say," said her father, doubtfully.
But Hugh said: "It was not really--not quite so bad as Patricia makes it, sir.

Rough at times, of course, but, on the whole, clean." "Clean," cried Patricia, "what about Jumbo's swing at Snoopy ?" "Oh, well, Snoopy had the puck, you know.

It was a little off-colour, I must confess." "And now, Daddy," said Patricia, going at her father again, "we all want to go down to the dance.

There will be speeches, you know, and I do want to hear Captain Jack," she added, not without guile.