There was a day when, a naked and very ugly little boy, he had danced beside a mountain burn.
He looked upon his daughter and his daughter looked upon him; they were friends for ever and ever.

She rose; her fingers were so sticky with mud that they stood apart; down her right cheek ran a fine black smear; her knees were caked.
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed.

She flung herself upon him and kissed him; down his cheek also now a fine smear marked its way.
He looked at his watch--one o'clock.

"Good heavens!" he said again.

"I say, old girl, we'll have to be going.