"I propose to be bothered--bothered a lot! I'm going to look up this fellow Sloane--" "But let's leave him alone for to-day." She bent over her father compassionately.

"What a night you must have had, poor dear." Roger looked up in grim reproach.
"You like all this," he grunted.

"You, a grown woman, a teacher too." "I wonder if I do," she said.

"I guess I'm a queer person, dad, a curious family mixture--of Laura and Edith and mother and you, with a good deal of myself thrown in.

But it feels rather good to be mixed, don't you think?
Let's stay mixed as long as we can--and keep together the family." * * * * * That afternoon, to distract him, Deborah took her father to a concert in Carnegie Hall.