She did not say anything.
"You're my Marie, all right You ain't changed so much I can't recognize yuh.

I should think you'd remember your own father--but I guess maybe the beard kinda changes my looks.

Is this true, that this kid belongs to you ?" Marie gasped.

"Why--father?
Why--why, father!" She leaned herself and Lovin Child into his arms.

"Why, I can't believe it! Why--" She closed her eyes and shivered, going suddenly weak, and relaxed in his arms.
"I-I-I can't--" Cash slid Lovin Child to the ground, where that young gentleman picked himself up indignantly and ran as far as his picket rope would let him, whereupon he turned and screamed "Sunny-gun! sunny-gun!" at the two like an enraged bluejay.