I've known him in a business way for five or six years, and I never saw a flaw in him of any sort.

All right.

You give Billy your sugar stock and I'll buy you this fifty thousand." Miss Westlake reached over and kissed her father impulsively.
"Thanks, pop," she said.

"Now there's another thing I want you to do." "What, more ?" he demanded.
"Yes, more," and this time the color deepened in her cheeks.

"I want you to hunt up Mr.Turner and tell him that you're going to take that much." Mr.Westlake with a smile reached up and pinched his daughter's cheek.
"Very well, Hallie, I'll do it," said he.
She patted him affectionately on the bald spot.
"Good for you," she said.