"Like you, indeed!" exclaimed the doctor indignantly. "Like my little girl? I don't see any one quite like my little girl. There is not one of them with all their yellow hair and things that is to be compared with my own little girl.""Oh, Papa. I know you think so, and I wish it was so. And I am awfully glad you think so, but of course you are prejuist, you know.""Prejudiced? Not a bit, not a bit."
"Well, that's Kathleen and Nora, and--and perhaps Hazel--you know Hazel, Papa, Hazel Sleighter?""The western girl--not at all wild and woolly though. A very modern and very advanced young lady, isn't she?""Oh, I don't know what you mean, Papa. She says she may go down, but I don't think she likes going with a lot of kids. You know she has her hair up. She has to have it up in the store. She says the man would not have her behind the counter if she had not her hair up.""Oh, that's it. I thought perhaps the maturity of her age made it necessary.""I don't know what maturevy means, but she is awfully old. She is going on sixteen.""Dear me, as old as that?" inquired her father.
"Yes, but she said she wanted to see that circus car. That's what she calls Mr. Gwynne's car. And she says she wants to see the elephunts perform. There are not any elephunts. There's only Rosie and Rover. But she may get off. She can get off if she can fool her boss, she says. So we're all going down and we may bring Larry home with us, Mrs. Sleighter says. Though Mrs. Gwynne says there's not any room, they're so filled up now. And I said Larry could come here and Joe, too. But I am not so sure about Sam. Ithink he must be awfully queer. Mr. Gwynne thinks he's queer.""It is quite possible, indeed probable, my dear," assented her father.
"Yes, Mr. Gwynne said he looked like a third-rate how-do-you-feel performer.""A what, exactly?"
"A how-do-you-feel performer."
"Oh, a vaudeville performer."
"Yes, a fodefeel performer. I don't know what that means, but he must be queer. But I think Larry would be all right, and Joe. You see, we know THEM.""Oh, do we?"
"Yes, certainly, Papa. Larry is Nora's brother. He's awfully clever. He's only fifteen and he passed the Entrance in Ontario and that's ever so much harder than here. He passed it before he was fourteen.""Before he was fourteen!" replied her father. "Amazing!""Yes, and he plays the mouth organ and the tin whistle and the fiddle, and Mr. Gwynne says he has learned some stunts from Sam. Ithink he must be awfully nice. So I said he could come here. And Mrs. Gwynne thanked me so nicely, and she's just lovely, Papa.""I have not seen her," said her father, "but I have heard her voice, and I quite agree with you. The voice always tells. Have you noticed that? The voice gives the keynote of the soul.""I don't know, Papa. There's Mrs. Sleighter's voice. I don't like it very much, but I think she's nice inside.""Ah, you are right, my dear. Perhaps I should have said that a certain kind of voice always goes with a beautiful soul.""I know," replied his daughter. "That's like Mrs. Gwynne's voice.
And so we'll go down to the car and bring Larry home with us, and perhaps his mother will let him come here. She did not say she would and you can't tell. She's quiet, you know, but somehow she isn't like Mrs. Sleighter. I don't think you could coax her to do what she didn't want.""And Mrs. Sleighter--can you coax Mrs. Sleighter?""Oh, yes, the girls just coax her and coax her, and though she doesn't want to a bit, she just gives in.""That's nice of her. That must be very nice for the girls, eh?""Oh, I don't know, Papa."
"What? don't you think it is nice to be able to coax people to do what you want?""It is nice to get what you want, but I think REALLY, REALLY, you'd rather you could not coax them to do it just because you coax them.""Ah, I see."
"Yes; you see, you're never really quite sure after you get it whether you ought to get it after all.""I see," said her father; "that rather spoils it.""Yes, but you never do that, Papa."
"Oh, you can't coax me, eh? I am glad to know that. I was afraid, rather.""Well, of course, I can coax you, Papa, but you usually find some other way, and then I know it is quite right.""I wish I was quite as sure of that, Jane. But you are going to bring Larry home with you?""Yes, if Mrs. Gwynne will let him come. I told her we had four rooms and we were only using two, and they are all crowded up in Mrs. Sleighter's, two girls in each room, and Tom's room is so tiny, and I don't think Larry would like to go in Tom's room.
