We will say no more." Nan's arm was around his neck as he ended, her cheek against his forehead.
"Dear, dear daddy, don't think I'm cross with you.

You're just the sweetest old darling in the world, and I'd go to Kamschatka with you gladly--in fact, anywhere--anywhere--except South Africa.

Can't we go somewhere together, just you and I?
Let's go to Jamaica.

I'm sure I can afford it." "No, no, no!" protested the Colonel.

"Get away with you, you baggage! What are you thinking of?
Miss the cubbing season?
Not I.And not you either, if I know you.