"But I simply _had_ to have that newspaper!" [68] insisted Daphne. "I tell you I won't have it flaunted all over the train! Brought into the dining-car every meal! Flapped and rustled in my face--everywhere I look! Oh, you think you're _funny_, do you?" she cried out furiously as with one swift dart she snatched the offending page from the stranger's unguarded grasp and tore it into shreds before his eyes. "Oh, you think you're fu--fu--funny, do you?" she began to babble hysterically. "Yes--but Daphne," said her father with scarcely a lift to his voice, "surely you don't imagine for a moment that you're destroying the whole edition? It can't be done, you know. No one yet has ever found a way to do it. Ten years hence from a wayside hovel some well-meaning crone will hand you the page to wrap your muddy rubbers in! Five thousand miles from here, on the other side of the world, you'll open your top bureau drawer to find it lined with your own immortal features! You just simply have to get used to it, that's all. Laugh at it! Keep a laugh always handy for just that thing!" "_Laugh_?", flared Daphne. With a fresh [69] burst of fury she tore the tattered page through and through again. "Well, I've destroyed _this_ copy!" she triumphed. "No darkey porters or smirking tourists will ever see _this_ copy! And maybe when I get to Florida," she cried, "snakes will bite me! Or typhoons shipwreck me! Or--or something happen so that I won't have to come home again! But you, Old-Dad----" Tottering ever so slightly where she stood all the hot anger in her eyes faded suddenly into the vague, sinister bewilderment of a young mind crowded dangerously near to the edge of its endurance. "You--you see nobody knew I was bad until the College President said so," she explained painstakingly to no one in particular. "I didn't even know it myself, I mean. _But my father_----" she rekindled instantly. Like the rippling start of a young tiger just getting ready to spring she swung around sharply on the stranger again. "Surely you didn't think for a moment that it was just myself I was thinking about in that wicked old paper?" she demanded furiously of him. "For Heaven's sake, what earthly difference do you think any such thing [70] can make to _me_ now? My life's over and done with! But my father? The dreadful--malicious--flippant things they said about my father!" "O--h! So it was my honor, was it, that you were defending?" asked her father a bit dryly. As though she had not even heard the question, Daphne lifted her flaming, defiant little face to the stranger's. "Why, my Father's an _angel_!" she attested. "And he always was an _angel_! And he always will be an _angel_!"