"
"How different?"
"It is my own. Don't you see?"
Being a man he did not see, but Miss Emily did. "Any work that is
worth doing at all is worth being paid for. You know that, Doctor."
He did know it, but he didn't like to have a woman tell him. "She
doesn't need the money."
"I do. I am giving it to the Red Cross. Please don't be stuffy about
it, Daddy."
"Am I stuffy?"
"Yes."
He tried to redeem himself by a rather tardy enthusiasm and succeeded.
Jean brought out more Lovely Dreams, until a grotesque procession
stretched across the room.
"Tomorrow," she announced, triumphantly, "we'll put them in the window,
and you'll see the children coming."
As she carried them away, Doctor McKenzie said to Emily, "It seems
strange that she should want to do it."
"Not at all. She needs an outlet for her energies."
"Oh, does she?"
"If she weren't your daughter, you'd know it."
On the way home he said, "I am very proud of you, my dear."
Jean had tucked her arm through his. It was not raining, but the sky
was full of ragged clouds, and the wind blew strongly. They felt the
push of it as they walked against it.
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