"But talk to her about it, daddy; get her to show you what she's done--I never see a line till it's in print.

And--I don't know anything about it, you know.

Above all things, don't let her guess that I suggested it." "I'll see what can be done," Mr.Cardiff returned, "though I profess myself faithless.

Elfrida wasn't designed to please the public of the magazines--in England." When Janet reflected afterward upon what had struck her as being odd about this remark of her father's, she found it was Elfrida's name.

It seemed to have escaped him; he had never referred to her in that way before--which was a wonder, Janet assured herself, considering how constantly he heard it from her lips.
"How does the novel come on ?" Mr.Cardiff asked before she went to bed that night.