"Oh, you know how."
"Yes, I guess you know how!" Mr. Dosson laughed, with an absence of prejudice which might have been thought deplorable in a parent.
"Do you want to stay in Europe or not? that's what I want to know," Delia declared to her sister. "If you want to go bang home you're taking the right way to do it."
"What has that got to do with it?" asked Mr. Dosson.
"Should you like so much to reside at that place—where is it?—where his paper is published? That's where you'll have to pull up, sooner or later," Delia pursued.
"Do you want to stay in Europe, father?" Francie said, with her small sweet weariness.
"It depends on what you mean by staying. I want to go home some time."
"Well, then, you've got to go without Mr. Probert," Delia remarked with decision. "If you think he wants to live over there———"
"Why, Delia, he wants dreadfully to go—he told me so himself," Francie argued, with passionless pauses.
"Yes, and when he gets there he'll want to come back. I thought you were so much interested in Paris."
"My poor child, I am interested!" smiled Francie. "Ain't I interested, father?"
