She stopped barely in time, and stood with her fingers interlaced, staring up at him, half delighted, half afraid.

She read his mind by microscopic changes in his eyes and lips.
"Munner sent me." That was wrong, she saw at once.
"And Bart brought me." Much better, now.

"And oh, Daddy Dan, I've been lonesome for you!" He continued to stare at her for another moment, and even Joan could not tell whether he were angry or indifferent or pleased.
"Well," he murmured at length, "I guess you're hungry, Joan ?" She knew it was complete acceptance, and she could hardly keep from a shout of happiness.

Daddy Dan had a great aversion to sudden outcries.
"I guess I am," said Joan..