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Updated: September 13, 2025
'Daddie ! her eyes smiled laconically 'isn't it silly if I give Miss Brangwen some flowers when she comes? The sick man looked at the bright, knowing eyes of his child, and his heart burned with love. 'No, darling, that's not silly. It's what they do to queens. This was not very reassuring to Winifred. She half suspected that queens in themselves were a silliness.
But suddenly, from this position, she leaped backward with the mad energy of a frightened colt. Her face was in this instant turned to a grey, featureless thing of horror. A yell, wild and hoarse as a brute- cry, burst from her. "Daddie!"
"Once," said Tony, and by the monotonous, detached tone of his voice Jan knew he was going to talk about his father, "my Daddie asked me if I'd like to see smoke come out of his ears ... an' he said: 'Put your hand here on me and watch very careful." Tony pointed to Jan's chest. "I put my hand there and I watched and watched an' he hurt me with the end of his cigar. There's the mark!"
Obleeged to me for haein' a wheen common sense a thing 'at I was born wi'! Toots! Dinna haiver." "Weel, mem, what wad ye hae me du? I canna sen' my auld daddie roon the toon wi' his pipes, to procleem 'at I'm no the man. I 'm thinkin' I 'll hae to lea' the place." "Wad ye sen' yer daddy roun' wi' the pipes to say 'at ye was the man? Ye micht as weel du the tane as the tither.
Jan stroked her hot, thin hand, but did not speak, and the tired, whispering voice went on: "We were daylight people Daddie was very daylight. There were never any mysteries; we all of us knew always where each of us was, and there were no secrets and no queer people coming for interviews, and it wouldn't have mattered very much if anyone had opened one of our letters.
He could see her, but she couldn't see him. She came to him, stooped over him, and laid her cheek against his so that they were both veiled with her hair. "Darling, I don't think poor Daddie would want to take my things. You must try not to think hardly of Daddie." Tony parted the veil of hair with a gentle hand so that they could both see the candles.
"Just because he saved my lassie's life," continued Turner, and seized by an uncommon impulse he put an arm round her and bent to kiss her not unwilling lips. He paused at the threshold, and drew back with a half-shamed laugh. "Tuts!" said he. "You smit me with silly lowland customs. Fancy your old Highland daddie kissing you! If it had been the young gentleman we speak of "
At last she slid to her father's side. 'Daddie she said. 'What, my precious? But she hung back, the tears almost coming to her eyes, in her sensitive confusion. Her father looked at her, and his heart ran hot with tenderness, an anguish of poignant love. 'What do you want to say to me, my love?
"Winna ye hae a starnie jam, Isie? It's grosert-jam." "Na, thank ye, daddie. Maybe it wad gie me a sair wame," answered the solemn old-faced Scotchwoman of seven. A child who refuses jam lest it should serve her as the little book did the Apostle John, might be considered prudent enough to be intrusted with a secret.
Also, a series of tiny windows in the stove caused patches of red upon the floor. Otherwise, the room was heavily draped with shadows. The girl called again, "Daddie!" Yet there was no reply. "Oh, Daddie!" Presently she laughed as one familiar with the humors of an old man.
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