Publisher's Synopsis
"Why, what's the matter, child? Tell me." "Nothing, dad-really nothing." "But you are breathing hard; your hand trembles; your pulse beats quickly. There's something amiss-I'm sure there is. Now, what is it? Come, no secrets." The girl, quickly snatching away her hand, answered with a forced laugh, "How absurd you really are, dear old dad! You're always fancying something or other."
