I never keep anything from daddy." MacFarlane came sauntering in, his strong, determined, finely cut features illumined by a cheery smile.

He had squared things with himself while he had been dressing: "Hard lines, Henry, isn't it ?" he had asked of himself, a trick of his when he faced any disaster like the present.
"Better get Ruth off somewhere, Henry, don't you think so?
Yes, get her off to-morrow.

The little girl can't stand everything, plucky as she is." It was this last thought of his daughter that had sent the cheery smile careering around his firm lips.

No glum face for Ruth! They met him half-way down the room, the two standing together, Jack's arm around her waist.
"Daddy!" "Yes, dear." He had not yet noted the position of the two, although he had caught the joyous tones in her voice.
"Jack and I want to tell you something.

You won't be cross, will you ?" "Cross, Puss!" He stopped and looked at her wonderingly.