At last he stirred heavily in his chair.
"I guess you're right," he told her.

"At least I'll think it over--and try to work out something along the lines you spoke of." Again there was a silence.

Then his daughter turned to him with a little deprecating smile.
"You'll forgive my--preaching to you, dad ?" "No preaching," he said gruffly.

"Just ordinary common sense." * * * * * A little later Allan came in, and Roger soon left them and went to bed.
Alone with Baird she was silent a moment.
"Well?
Have you thought it over ?" she asked.

"Wasn't I right in what I said ?" At the anxious ring in her low clear voice, leaning over he took her hand; and he felt it hot and trembling as it quickly closed on his.