Don't mind him, dad—I know all about it, I tell you—I'll explain later to you.
Dad and the mater both say the same now—they're more severe than I was.
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?