David pressed his daughter's dark head with his hard, tender hand against his shoulder, then forced her gently away from him.
"It'll be all right," said he, soothingly--"it'll be all right.

Don't you worry." "Father, you will ?" "I'll fix it all right.

Don't you worry." "Father, you promise ?" "I'll do everything I can.

Don't you worry, Madelon.

You'd better go in and get supper now.