And when she thought of her father she hoped that it might be soon.
There came a day when Lawrence Cardiff gave, his daughter the happiness of being almost his other self again.

He had come downstairs with a headache and a touch of fever, and all day long he let her take care of him submissively, with the old pleasant gratitude that seemed to re-establish their comradeship.

She had a joyful secret wonder at the change, it was so sadden and so complete; but their sympathetic relation reasserted itself naturally and at once, and she would not let herself question it.

In the evening he sent her to her room for a book of his, and when she brought it to him where he lay upon the lounge in the library he detained her a moment.
"You mustn't attempt to read without a lamp now, daddy," she said, touching his forehead lightly with her lips.
"You will damage your poor old eyes." "Don't be impertinent about my poor old eyes, miss," he returned, smiling.

"Janet, there is something I think you ought to know." "Yes, daddy." The girl felt herself turning rigid.
"I want you to make friends with Elfrida again.