Besides,"-- a curiously womanly touch crept into her speech--"I don't like him.

Only the other day I heard him laugh at something that was terrible--something it makes me sick to think of.

Indeed, Daddy, I would far rather have Captain Grange to take care of me.

Don't you think he would if you asked him?
He is so much bigger and stronger, and--and kinder." "Ah! I know," her father said.

"He seems so to you.