"Has dad been up to anything, Paul?" she asked. "He has just that kind of satisfied expression that always used to terrify me."
"Like a cat licking its whiskers after a stolen saucer of milk!" I suggested.
She laughed.
"You mustn"t make fun of dad," she begged. "He"s such a dear!"
"I shall never attempt to make fun of your father," I a.s.sured her fervently. "I think he is quite the most remarkable man I ever met! And now----"