It seems a pity." "What?
Wealth ?" he asked, smiling.
"N-no.

I mean it seems a little tragic to me that father never continued to paint." Miller's granddaughter came in with the tea.

She was a very little girl with yellow hair and big violet eyes.

After she had deposited everything, she went over to Duane and held up her mouth to be kissed.
He laughed and saluted her.

It was a reward for service which she had suggested when he first came to Roya-Neh; and she trotted away in great content.
Sylvia's indifferent gaze followed her; then she sipped the tea Duane offered.
"Do you remember your father ?" he asked pleasantly.
"Why, yes.