You probably do understand him better, but that's one thing I've found out and you haven't.

There!" She gave her mother a friendly tap on the shoulder and went to the door.
"I'll hop in and say hello to him now." As she went, she continued the fastening of her blouse, and appeared in her father's room with one hand still thus engaged, but she patted his forehead with the other.
"Poor old papa-daddy!" she said, gaily.

"Every time he's better somebody talks him into getting so mad he has a relapse.

It's a shame!" Her father's eyes, beneath their melancholy brows, looked up at her wistfully.

"I suppose you heard your mother going for me," he said.
"I heard you going for her, too!" Alice laughed.