Dad and the mater both say the same now—they're more severe than I was.
Don't mind him, dad—I know all about it, I tell you—I'll explain later to you.
And meantime, I'll run down to Dad's office, and have him back here in half an hour.
"You'll see what we'll do next summer, Dad," she said cheerily.
We'll have a champagne supper, with cider for champagne, eh, dad?