She talks that way to her father, too; and he's right there with the same kind of guff.

Well, it's all right with me!" He laughed, teasingly, and allowed her to retain his hand, which she had fondly seized.

"I've got plenty to think about when people drool along!" She pressed his hand to her cheek, and a tear made a tiny warm streak across one of his knuckles.
"For heaven's sake!" he said.

"What's the matter?
Isn't everything all right ?" "You're going away!" "Well, I'm coming back, don't you suppose?
Is that all that worries you ?" She cheered up, and smiled again, but shook her head.

"I never can bear to see you go--that's the most of it.