It had been an accepted fact as long as she could remember, and it certainly had never troubled her, nor was it ever likely to do so.
She was sublimely unconscious of all criticism as she ran down the village street that night, nodding carelessly to any that she met, and finally turned lightly in at her father's gates, walking with elastic tread under the great arching beech trees that blotted the moonlight from her path.
The front door stood hospitably open, and she entered to find her father stretched in his favourite chair, smoking.
He greeted her with his usual gruff indulgence.
"Hallo, you mad-cap! I was just wondering whether I would scour the country for you, or leave the door open and go to bed.

I think it was going to be the last, though, to be sure, it would have served you right if I had locked you out.

Had any dinner ?" "No, darling, supper--any amount of it." Nan dropped a kiss upon his bald head in passing.

"I've been with Jerry," she said, "on the lake the whole day long.

We watched the moon rise.