I had not seen dad since I left him in the library, and I did not particularly wish to see him, either.

Possibly I had some unfilial notion of making him ashamed and sorry.

It is even possible that I half-expected him to come and apologize, and offer to let things go on in the old way.
In that event I was prepared to be chesty.

I would look at him coldly and say: "You have seen fit to buy me a ticket to Osage, Montana.

So be it; to Osage, Montana, am I bound." Oh, I had it all fixed! Dad came into the ferry waiting-room just as the passengers were pouring off the boat, and sat down beside me as if nothing had happened.