"Well, is she cheerful?" The little girl knew that there was a quarrel between her father and mother, and that her mother could not be cheerful, and that her father must be aware of this, and that he was pretending when he asked about it so lightly.
And she blushed for her father.
He at once perceived it, and blushed too.
"I don't know," she said.
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