And my father is not young, Kathleen.

So I thought I'd like to run down and take him out to dinner once or twice--to a roof-garden or something, you know.

It's rather pathetic that men of his age, grown gray in service, should feel obliged to remain in the stifling city this summer." "Of course you must go," she said; "you couldn't even hesitate.

Is your mother worried ?" "I don't suppose she has the slightest notion that there is anything to worry over.

And there isn't, I think.