"You don't mean"-- I just couldn't finish; but he finished for me.
"It is ours--yes.

Do you like it ?" "Like it!" I guess he didn't need to have me say any more.

But I did say more.

I just raved and raved over that car until Father's eyes crinkled all up in little smile wrinkles, and he said: "I'm glad.

I hoped you'd like it." "I guess I do like it!" I cried.