Poor daddy, he gets home so tired sometimes.

He has just started on the big tunnel and there is so much to do.

I have been helping him with his papers every night.

But when Aunt Felicia's note came--she isn't my real aunt, you know, but I have called her so ever since I was a little girl--daddy insisted on my coming, and so I have left him for just a few days.

He will be so glad when I tell him I have met one of his old friends." There was no question of her beauty, or poise, or her naturalness.
"Been a lady all her life, my dear Major, and her mother before her," Miss Felicia said when I joined her afterward, and Miss Felicia knew.
"She is not like any of the young girls about, as you can see for yourself.