To the little girl he was a figure to be feared and avoided. Every morning before going to work he came into her room and gave her a casual kiss, to which she responded with "Goodbye, Father". And oh, there was a glad sense of relief when she heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter sown the long road! In the evening when he came home she stood near the staircase and heard his loud voice in the hall. "Bring my tea into the drawing-room... Hasn't the paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper's out there and bring me my slippers. "Kezia," Mother would call to her, "If you're a good girl you can come down would slip down the stairs, more slowly still across the hall, and push open the drawing-room door. By that time he had his spectacles on and looked at her over them in a way that was terrifying to the little girl. Well, Kezia, hurry up and pull off these boots and take them outside. Have you been a good and take them outside. Have you been a good girl today? I d-d-don't know. Father. You d-d-don't know? If you stutter like that Mother will have to take you to the doctor. She never stuttered with other people had quite given it up but only with Father, because then she was trying so hard to say the words properly. What's the matter? What are you looking so wretched about? Mother I wish you taught this child not to appear on the brink of suicide Here, Kezia, carry my teacup back to the table carefully. He was so big his hands and his neck, especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinking about him alone was like thinking about a giant.