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 "But I love her so—"

"Everybody does," said Priscilla promptly.

"Y-e-s, I know," he acknowledged in some surprise.

"Well, then, why on earth should she care most for you? You're too young for her, Peter, and you talk too much, and you act so silly sometimes; and, besides, you just simply couldn't be my father!"

Peter sprang to his feet. "Your father?" he cried. "Your father? Who wants to be your father?"

Priscilla rose, too, and faced him. "I mean that I don't think mother is in love with you."

"Well, what of it? You're the only one I care about."

"Me?"

"Yes, of course."

She blushed furiously. 'Oh, Peter!" she gasped. "You don't mean—me? I thought—oh, Peter!"

She ran away into the woods as fast as