You thought when I began studying with Dad Howitt that my books would make me forget you.

Well, have they ?" A tightening of the long arm about her waist was the only answer.

"And now you are making yourself miserable trying to think that Ollie Stewart and his friends will make me forget you; just as if all the folks in the world could ever be to me what you are; you, and Dad, and Uncle Matt, and Aunt Mollie, and Young Matt.

Daddy, I am ashamed of you.

Honest, I am.
Do you think a real genuine lady could ever forget the father who had been so good to her?
Daddy, I am insulted.