Celie took it and for a space looked at it steadily without raising her eyes to meet his.

When she did look at him the blue in her eyes was so wonderful and deep and the soul that looked out of them was so clear to his own vision that the shame of that moment's hypocrisy when he had stood with his arm about her submerged him completely.

If she had not understood him she at least HAD GUESSED.
"Min fader," she said quietly, with the tip of her little forefinger on the man in the picture.

"Min fader." For a moment he thought she had spoken in English.
"Your--your father ?" he cried.
She nodded.
"Oo-ee-min fader!" "Thank the Lord," gasped Philip.

And then he suddenly added, "Celie, have you any more cartridges for this pop-gun?
I feel like licking the world!".