While it was true, as he had told Kling, that he knew very little in the way of trade and commerce--nothing which would be of use to any one--he was a never-failing expert when it came to what is generally known as "antiques" and "bric-a-brac." Masie--Kling's only child--a slender, graceful little creature with a wealth of gold-yellow hair flying about her pretty shoulders and a pair of blue eyes in which were mirrored the skies of ten joyous springs, had given her heart to him at once.

She had never forgotten his gentle treatment of her dog Fudge, whose attack that first morning Felix had understood so well, lifting and putting the refractory animal back in her arms instead of driving him off with a kick.

Fudge, whose manners were improving, had not forgotten either and was always under O'Day's feet except when being fondled by the child.
Until Felix came she had had no other companions, some innate reserve keeping her from romping with the children on the street, her sole diversion, except when playing at home among her father's possessions or making a visit to Kitty, being found in the books of fairy-tales which the old hunchback, Tim Kelsey, had lent her.

At first this natural shyness had held her aloof even from O'Day, content only to watch his face as he answered her childish appeals.

But before the first week had passed she had slipped her hand into his, and before the month was over her arms were around his neck, her fresh, soft cheek against his own, cuddling close as she poured out her heart in a continuous flow of prattle and laughter, her father looking on in blank amazement.
For, while Kling loved her as most fathers love their motherless daughters, Felix had seen at a glance that he was either too engrossed in his business or too dense and unimaginative to understand so winning a child.