Some way, I didn't believe that Mother would mind _now_, after what Father had said.

And I just knew she wouldn't mind if she could see the look in Father's eyes as I talked.
He didn't interrupt me--not long interruptions.

He did speak out a quick little word now and then, at some of the parts; and once I know I saw him wipe a tear from his eyes.

After that he put up his hand and sat with his eyes covered all the rest of the time I was talking.

And he didn't take it down till I said: "And so, Father, that's why I told you; 'cause it seemed to me if _you_ wanted to try again, and _she_ wanted to try again, why can't you do it?
Oh, Father, think how perfectly lovely 'twould be if you did, and if it worked! Why, I wouldn't care whether I was Mary or Marie, or what I was.