If you can't tell difference of style,
well, I can!" Delia cried.
"What's the difference of style?" asked Mr. Dosson. But before this
question could be answered Francie protested against the charge of
"carrying-on." Quiet? Wasn't she as quiet as a Quaker meeting? Delia
replied that a girl wasn't quiet so long as she didn't keep others so;
and she wanted to know what her sister proposed to do about Mr. Flack.
"Why don't you take him and let Francie take the other?" Mr. Dosson
continued.
"That's just what I'm after--to make her take the other," said his elder
daughter.
"Take him--how do you mean?" Francie returned.
"Oh you know how."
"Yes, I guess you know how!" Mr. Dosson laughed with an absence of
prejudice that might have been deplored in a parent.
"Do you want to stay in Europe or not? that's what _I_ want to know,"
Delia pursued 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?" Mr. Dosson audibly wondered.
"Should you like so much to reside at that place--where is it?--where
his paper's published? That's where you'll have to pull up sooner or
later," Delia declaimed.
"Do you want to stay right here in Europe, father?" Francie said with
her small sweet weariness.
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