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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

A beauty, Delight."
"A flivver?"
"Not at all. A very handsome car." He told her the make, and she
flushed again with pleasure.
"Joy and rapture!" she said. "Did you warn him I am to drive it?"
"I did. He suggests that Graham give you some lessons."
"Graham!"
"Why not?"
"He'll be bored to insanity. That's all. You - you didn't suggest
it, did you, daddy?"
With all her adoration of her father, Delight had long recognized
under his real spirituality a certain quality of worldly calculation.
That, where it concerned her, it was prompted only by love did not
make her acceptance of it easier.
"Certainly not," said the rector, stiffly.
"Graham's changed, you know. He used to be a nice little kid. But
he's - I don't know what it is. Spoiled, I suppose."
"He'll steady down, Delight."
She looked up at him with clear, slightly humorous eyes.
"Don't get any queer ideas about Graham Spencer and me, Daddy," she
said. "In the first place, I intend to choose my own husband.


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