(Oh, how I wish he was the kind of a father you could do that to!) "Charles!" said Aunt Jane again.

"Surely you aren't going to give in so tamely as this to that child and her mother!" "I'm not giving in at all, Jane," said Father, very quietly again.

"I am consulting my own wishes in the matter.

I prefer to have her go." _I_ 'most cried out then.

Some way, it _hurt_ to have him say it like that, right out--that he _wanted_ me to go.