He smoked for a time, and sagely added, "My daughter's a queer woman, Baird--she's modern, very modern.

But she's still a woman, you understand--and so she's jealous--of her job." But A.Baird was in no joking mood.
"She's narrow," he said sternly.

"That's what's the matter with Deborah.
She's so centered on her job she can't see anyone else's.

She thinks I'm doing all this work solely in order to help her school--when if she'd use some imagination and try to put herself in my shoes, she'd see the chance it's giving _me_!" "How do you mean ?" asked Roger, looking a bit bewildered.
"Why," said Baird with an impatient fling of his hand, "there are men in my line all over the country who'd leave home, wives and children for the chance I've blundered onto here! A hospital fully equipped for research, a free hand, an opportunity which comes to one man in a million! But can she see it?
Not at all! It's only an annex to her school!" "Yes," said Roger gravely, "she's in a pretty unnatural state.

I think she ought to get married, Baird--" To his friendly and disarming twinkle Baird replied with a rueful smile.
"You do, eh," he growled.