Her delicate, elfish face melted into the sweetest smile; she stood on tiptoe, holding out to him her tiny arms.

With a laugh of irrepressible pride and pleasure, Roger stooped to her and lifted her up.

She nestled on his shoulder--a small Odalisque, dark, lithe, and tawny, beside her handsome, fair-skinned father.

And Roger's manner of holding and caressing her showed the passionate affection with which he regarded her.
He again urged her to kiss her grandmother; but the child again shook her head.

"Then," said he craftily, "father must kiss granny." And he began to cross the room.
But Lady Barnes stopped him, not without dignity.