He shook his watch like a child's rattle, to be sure it was still running.
Barbara did not disappoint her father.

On the contrary, she was perhaps more deeply moved than he at their meeting.

At sight of him she uttered a strangled little cry, then she ran into his arms and clung there, tightly, her cheek pressed against his breast.

It was only upon occasions like this that "Bob" kissed her father, for she had been reared as a boy and taught to shun emotional display.

Boys kiss their mothers.