Nona remained unimpressed. "Lita won't go to Cedarledge alone--you know she won't." "She won't have to, dear. Your father has thought of that too; he finds time to think of everything." "Who's going, then?" "We _all_ are. At least, your father hopes you will; and he's giving up his tarpon-fishing on purpose to join us." "Father is?" Nona stood up, her gaze suddenly fixed on her mother. "Your father's wonderful," Pauline triumphed. "Yes, I know." The girl's voice flagged again. "But all this is weeks away. And meanwhile I'm afraid--I'm afraid." "Little girls mustn't be afraid. If you are, send Lita to _me_. I'm sure it's just a case of frustration--" "Frustration?" "Yes; the new psychological thing. I'll take her with me to see Alvah Loft. He's the great Inspirational Healer. I've only had three treatments, and it's miraculous. It doesn't take ten minutes, and all one's burdens are lifted." Pauline threw back her head with a sigh which seemed to luxuriate in the remembrance of her own release. "I wish I could take you _all_ to him!" she said. "Well, perhaps you'd better begin with Lita." Nona was half-smiling too, but it was what her mother secretly called her disintegrating smile. "I wish the poor child were more constructive--but I suppose she's inherited her father's legal mind," Pauline thought. Nona stood before her irresolutely. "You know, mother, if things do go wrong Jim will never get over it." "There you are again--jumping at the conclusion that things will go wrong! As for Lita, to me it's a clear case of frustration. She says she wants to express her personality? Well, every one has the right to do that--I should think it wrong of me to interfere. That wouldn't be the way to make Jim happy. What Lita needs is to have her frustrations removed. That will open her eyes to her happiness, and make her see what a perfect home she has. I wonder where my engagement-list is? Maisie! ... Oh, here..." She ran her eyes rapidly over the tablet. "I'll see Lita tomorrow--I'll make a point of it. We'll have a friendly simple talk--perfectly frank and affectionate. Let me see: at what time should I be likely to find her? ... And, no, of course not, darling; I wouldn't think of saying a word to Jim. But your father--surely I may speak to your father?" Nona hesitated. "I think father knows about it--as much as he need," she answered, her hand on the door. "Ah, your father always knows everything," Pauline placidly acquiesced.