Miss Farr frowned. "Sami is afraid of father," she explained
briefly. The door opened as she added, "I wonder why?"
"A caprice of childhood, my daughter," said the old doctor mildly.
"Who indeed can account for the vagaries of the young?"
"They are usually quite easy to account for," replied his daughter
coldly. "You must have frightened the child some time."
"Tut, tut, my dear. How could an old fogey like myself frighten
anyone?"
"I don't know. But I should like to."
Father and daughter looked at each other for a moment. And again the
captive on the sofa found himself disliking intensely the glance of
the old man's pale blue eyes. He was glad to see that they fell
before the grey eyes of the girl.
"Well, well!" murmured Dr. Farr vaguely, looking away. "It doesn't
matter. It doesn't matter. Tut, tut, a trifle!"
"I don't think so," said she. And abruptly she went out after the
child.
"Fanciful, very fanciful," murmured the old man, looking after her.
"And stubborn, very stubborn. A bad fault in one so young. But,"
beaming benevolently upon his guest, "we must not trouble you with
our small domestic discords. You are much better, I see, much
better. That is good."
"Getting along very nicely, thanks," said Spence. "I was able to
change position this morning without assistance."
"Only that?" The doctor's disappointment was patent. "Come, we
should progress better than that. If you will allow me to prescribe-
-"
"Thank you--no.
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