"What for?"

"You've got to have some breakfast."

"Don't want 'ny."

"You wait!" she said, imperiously, and disappeared to return
almost at once. "I can cook in my bedroom slippers," she
explained, "but I don't believe I could in my bare feet!"

Descending softly, she made him wait in the dining-room until she
brought him toast and eggs and coffee. "Eat!" she said. "And
I'm going to telephone for a taxicab to take you, if you think
you've really got to go."

"No, I'm going to walk--I WANT to walk."

She shook her head anxiously. "You don't look able. You've
walked all night."

"No, I didn't," he returned. "I tell you I got some sleep. I
got all I wanted anyhow."

"But, papa----"

"Here!" he interrupted, looking up at her suddenly and setting
down his cup of coffee. "Look here! What about this Mr.
Russell? I forgot all about him. What about him?"

Her lip trembled a little, but she controlled it before she