A Fortnight of Folly

"[...] He held out both hands and looked so kindly and good that she smiled until dimples just like her mother's played over her cheeks and chin. Half sidewise she crept into his arms and held up the book. "Pleathe write your photograph in my book," she murmured. He took her very gently on his knee, chuckling vigorously, his heavy jaws shaking and coloring. "Who told you to come?" he inquired, with a guilty cunning twinkle in his gray eyes. "Mama told me," was the prompt answer. Again the man chuckled, and, between the shame he felt for having[...]".