"Well, you know what you COULD do!" And Mr. Dosson beamed at her for
common cheer.
"Do you mean that piece about your picture--that you told me about when
you went with him again to see it?" Delia demanded.
"Oh I don't know what piece it is; I haven't seen it."
"Haven't seen it? Didn't they show it to you?"
"Yes, but I couldn't read it. Mme. de Brecourt wanted me to take it--but
I left it behind."
"Well, that's LIKE you--like the Tauchnitzes littering up our track.
I'll be bound I'd see it," Delia declared. "Hasn't it come, doesn't it
always come?"
"I guess we haven't had the last--unless it's somewhere round," said Mr.
Dosson.
"Poppa, go out and get it--you can buy it on the boulevard!" Delia
continued. "Francie, what DID you want to tell him?"
"I didn't know. I was just conversing. He seemed to take so much
interest," Francie pleaded.
"Oh he's a deep one!" groaned Delia.
"Well, if folks are immoral you can't keep it out of the papers--and I
don't know as you ought to want to," Mr. Dosson remarked. "If they ARE
I'm glad to know it, lovey." And he gave his younger daughter a glance
apparently intended to show that in this case he should know what to do.
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